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.