I love to sit down and free write. What ever arrives in my mind shows up on the paper. It clears cockles of my heart and mind. (cockles of one’s heart, the place of one’s deepest feelings.) If there is not a notebook within reach I am just not happy. What if something interesting happens and I miss it? That would be a shame.
Another bonus of having this kind of addiction is that anyone can give a present with no thought at all. Get me paper and you have been thoughtful and understand who I am.