There was a sale on sketchbooks at a local art supply store so I fell for it and bought two.

I didn’t even know I wanted them.

I actually did not.

There was a hope that these two new sketchbooks might motivate me to be creative again.

They did not.

Regret set in fast: these empty books are yet more clutter that taunts me to give them time, even though I’m not moved to make drawings anymore.

I actually did come up with a good idea for at least one book.

I gave it to my father who, with a little encouragement, is now beginning to draw.

– T