by Joe Lavin
Some people think it's easy to be a writer. You just come up with an
idea, jot it down, and then you're done. But, no, not everyone can be a
writer. You first need to have tools, because without the proper tools,
you're just faking it.
For example, just about everywhere I turn,
writers are extolling the virtues of the Moleskine leather-bound
journal. In case you don't know, these pompous little journals were once
used by such artistic luminaries as Hemingway, Van Gogh, and Matisse.
These days, they are surging in popularity again, as if using the same
little notebook that Hemingway used for a shopping list at the Key West
Liquor Mart will really make you a better writer. It's not even clear
that Hemingway used a Moleskine at all. He merely mentioned writing part
of a novel in a notebook that fit in his pocket, but that hasn't
stopped the company from capitalizing on Ernie's good name. At the very
least, costing $15 a pop, the Moleskine can certainly put the “starving”
back into starving artist.
They seem so small that I don't think
I could possibly support a Moleskine habit. I could probably fill one
up in a week or two, and then I'd have to spend another 15 bucks.
Personally, I like to go with a Mead Five-Star College-Ruled One Subject
notebook. Sure, it's not quite as portable or trendy, but it's also
$1.59 at Staples. Plus, my Mead fits neatly into a Trapper Keeper, that
legendary filing and organizational system used by such artistic
luminaries as Hemingway (Dougie), Van Gogh (Billy), Matisse (Scooter),
and Kiki from my 4th Grade homeroom.
According to the Moleskine
web site, the journal has become “a symbol of contemporary nomadism.” My
Mead is probably a symbol of contemporary vagabondism, but no matter.
The paper in a Moleskine is so pristine that your words will apparently
last for years and years. Because really the inspired jottings that I
have while out and about (“Write something about grapes. Make it
funny.”) desperately need to be preserved into the 22nd Century.
found Van Gogh's notebook (which may or may not be a Moleskine) from
the 1880's. Use one yourself, and they'll find your ramblings too.
Otherwise, when you become a dead, famous writer, how will anyone put
together your Complete Works if your random thoughts aren't preserved
for posterity? Oh, wait, they'll just get everything off your computer.
Never mind. Imagine if the Complete Works of Hemingway also included all
his e-mails, instant messages, blog entries, and the cache showing all
the porn sites he visited on the Internet. On second thought, posterity
might be a little overrated.
You also need a pricey pen if you
want to be a serious writer. I alternate between using an Erasermate II
(permanence is very important to me, you see) and whatever black Bic pen
I accidentally pilfered from the office last week. This, of course,
means I have no hope of making it big. To be a serious writer, you need
to have an expensive fountain pen. Granted, I've tried the expensive pen
route before, and occasionally I've even managed to make it two months
before losing the expensive pen and going back to the pilfered office
pen strategy, which is far more economical in the long run.
of a pen, some writers attempt to increase their street cred by
claiming to use a typewriter. Unless the writer is over sixty, this is a
lie. After all, deliberately using an outmoded form of communication
instantly makes you prestigious, and these writers know that.
Personally, I like to do all my writing on the side of an abandoned
cave. Anything more modern, and I feel it just dehumanizes my writing.
it's important that you never write at home. You need to have a
hangout, preferably a little coffee house like the one they had on Friends,
where you can do all your writing and/or possibly have an on-again,
off-again 10-year relationship with a paleontologist. This way, you can
spend whatever little amount of money you have left after all the pens,
fancy stationary, and pretentious journals to spend on overpriced
coffee. Don't worry. If you cared about actually making a profit, you
wouldn't be a writer in the first place.