If you browse down past the last blog entry, you'll find an ode to my notebook. And that's all I thought it would be -- a short blog post to give the blog an update.
It was, but it's not now.
Shortly after writing it, I was contacted via e-mail by Marsida an employee with Moleskine. She said she loved my ode to their product and had a proposition for me.
She told me about the largest book fairs in Europe in Frankfurt and London. Moleskine focuses their attention at the trade show through the original and artistic use of Moleskine notebooks. They wanted to choose and expose a small quantity of "the most stylish Moleskine notebooks."
Basically, they wanted to show off one of my notebooks. It was either that or send me one to decorate and personalize. I opted for the first option. Last week, I mailed by pocket-sized notebook, warped and yelled from two years of writing, to Moleskine in Italy along with a copy of my book.
At the Moleskine booth at the book fairs, people in the business will be able to leaf through my notebook, complete with doodles, clippings and quotes. The book that holds some valuable secrets and memories will be up for anyone there to read. It'll displayed next to a copy of A Constant Suicide.
I chose to send my notebook so people can see the thought process that went into the book. If I just decorated one, it would have seemed fake. Still, I'm a bit nervous not having it with me.
Besides the chance to show my book and the notebook that helped shape it to 23,000 members of the global publishing community, I get five of the same notebooks. These will be blank. And free.
And then, after months in Europe, my notebook will be returned to me. Hopefully in one piece, but if not, that's no biggie because the adventure might be worth a torn page or two.
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