I filled out a notebook yesterday. It always feels like I cross a memorable milestone when I take a blank notebook with 192 pages and completely fill it with ideas and stories. Even if the writing in it never sees the light of day, it still is a sight to behold. Every so often I’ve caught myself looking back at those pages. I get to see the beginnings of my stories and see how they evolved over time. They are fossils in the purest sense of the word.