Since moving to Loughborough and not being within spitting distance of Jak’s stationers (http://www.jakstationers.co.uk) I have become a habituee of The Works where, once inside its atlas-strewn portals I head straight for the notebook section. I generally use three sizes of notebook: A4 for general writing/diary stuff; A5 for poetry and novel notes and A6 for what I laughingly call my handbag (a handbag?)
which serves for writing down passing thoughts while I’m Out and About.
And I know this is going to sound odd but it does actually happen: that sometimes when I’m nearing the end of a notebook I will have certain thoughts. I might be feeling discouraged (‘what’s the point of clogging up the place with yet another notebook?’) or on the other hand I might be feeling like flaunting myself: and when I sidle up to the notebook shelf in the works I can usually find something that fits the bill. For example, this peacock notebook
came to me when I was feeling like displaying my prose talents to the world, and the ‘bike’ notebook
came when I was feeling like giving up. And yesterday I needed a new A4 notebook and what did I find? This one
which was very serendipitous as I’d been having thoughts along precisely those lines, to whit:
the average is the enemy of the good
the good is the enemy of the best,
but the perfect is the enemy of all.
There is no such thing as the perfect work, and perfectionism is the enemy of anyone trying to produce art.
PS I’m linking here to Brian’s article on a similar theme: