I don’t like lines. If I have a notebook with lines in it I turn it sideways and write across them.
I doodle. And I make splotches with blobs of ink because I like to write with gel pens and they do that stuff sometimes.
but mainly my notebook is messy because it is a place to think in and thinking is messy. It’s not straight line A to B stuff – it wanders about like a snail in a box… or the route of the Olympic torch… Thinking goes off on one. And plays around.
And I change my mind all the time.
Here’s a line from the last poem I wrote in my notebook: rumblecrack pause then…
I challenge you to write your own poem around it. Go on – you know you want to….