Sometimes bulleted, sometimes outlined the scattered, jotted down words of mine. Sometimes purple, sometimes red they scatter across the page; tools in a shed crafted out of paper and a thicker binding, separated by colorful ribbons to help me with finding my place inside the lined white sheets covered in thoughts and ideas; ugh, not very neat. Things to do, places to be, thoughts and ideas for characters, amateur – no, childish drawings not artful enough for others to see. Sometimes dated, sometimes directional bits and pieces and particles of me.