Long
ago while in Halifax, NS living with my family there, I bought a regular red
binder. Then a week later, dropped the damned thing, causing one ring to never
properly close. None the less, this red binder became a depository of anything
and everything from conceptual designs to funny little doodles to finished
illustrations. I also began to journal on a semi-regular basis as well. When
I wasnt writing pieces or plotlines of stories (that Ill eventually
finish).
As
you can imagine many, many, many pages have circulated through that same red
binder still with one ring not quite closing right. I did finally retire
the original red binder in March of 2001.