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Tonight I filled the last page of one of my writing journals — nothing fancy, just some notes I wanted to jot down. It’s a strange feeling because my journalling is all over the place.

I have several notebooks that I write in at different times and for various reasons. I’ll buy a new one and tell myself ‘this one is only for quick notes.’ Another one is only for free writing. I have a third that is solely dedicated to a novel I am working…