I love blank books. I love the idea of filling up all of the pages with my thoughts and ideas. I also love being able to return to these books and catch a glimpse of my past. Currently, I’m filling up one of the blank books that my Mom gave me for Christmas. It’s small enough to fit in my purse, but large enough to be comfortable when writing. I’ve already jotted down ideas for stories, a potential article or two, ideas for upcoming presentations, titles of books that I’ve either read or that I want to read, and a bunch of seemingly random thoughts. Who knows, maybe one of those random thoughts will turn into something more! My blank books represent opportunity-the opportunity for me to be a writer. As I sit here with a half-filled blank book and my favorite pen, I am free to record anything and everything without fear. My blank book is just for me.