The Notebook Problem
For the last few days, my attention has been caught up in the “notebook problem.” Yes, Ebola has now been found in America; ISIS continues its reign of terror; the drought in the western United States has become dire for farmers and anyone with a lawn; and racial unrest in Ferguson boils over every night as darkness falls. Yet, here I am worried about notebooks. I guess it is about how I obsess over those other things that makes me concerned about my notebooks because it is in my notebooks that I mull over the state of the world, the way we live now, the future and the past and of course, the present. As the world turns, I compulsively write. I note. I get down the words and phrases I hear. I record the drama and the comedy. I cannot stop my hands on the keyboard or from moving across a page. Last month, I wrote more than 17,000 words and 27 single-spaced pages in a file on my computer called “Chronicle,” but is, in fact, my journ...