finishing a sketchbook is like finishing a container of shoe polish. When you start, you never can see how some little swipes her and there can ever get you to the end. And the turtle’s pace of drawing, writing and scribbling on each page can be maddeningly slow. But it can happen. I make this connection because I have finally done both, finished a container of shoe polish, and finished a sketchbook. Mostly my sketchbooks are partially filled before they are set aside for a new one.

Each bought with a reason or purpose:
“oh i will fill this one with only my production sketches. This time i will really sketch out this design and fill up this book.”
“Oooo, a new Moleskine, this is sweet! This elastically thing is awesome, you know if I just thought my sketchbook was aethestically pleasing then I would write in it more.”
“You know if this was a size that fit in my everyday bag I would use it more.”
“If it fit into a pocket I would use it more.”

It only was finished because I persistently used it. And it only took about two years. My hope the current one will fill sooner.

I wonder how much other people fight with the same issues. There is probably a desire to be creative in lots of people, and what separates the desire from the doing?