I keep a big hardcover notebook on my writing desk for recording pretty words, favorite quotes, plot ideas, and descriptions. Usually I scribble things down on scraps of paper and stash them between the pages to save for later. Sometimes I think I should be more mindful and take the time to record them directly rather than dumping them off so unceremoniously. But then, once in awhile, I pull out the notebook in an idle moment, and out falls all these disparate little scraps covered in wonderful scribblings–and it’s kind of magical!
Today I added the words asunder and tumbling to my “beautiful words” list, as well as gelid and ice-kissed to my “winter words” list. Afterward, as I read through the amended lists, I realized the little scraps of paper are part of the fun–a little treasure stash of words I love but had completely forgotten, just waiting to be discovered whenever it occurs to me. I think I’ll stick to the scraps after all.