I’m a list maker.
Notebooks full. To-Do’s for writing, for work, for home. Finish reading this, fill out the form for that, clean and prep and buy a basket of candy. I break my list into columns, underline and circle and mark specific notes with a triple shot of exclamation points–!!! (For crying out loud, DO NOT FORGET THE CANDY). On occasion (on necessity), I fold the list so that the right edge meets the left edge just shy of the spirals–a crisp fold, a new space. For a sub-list, perhaps. A core list. A circumventing list. A list addressed with my favorite pen, lately a Paper Mate gel–brown, not black. Not even red. Because this list is different. This list is serious. This list, is art.
