This morning, I grabbed a notebook off my desk to do some handwriting in while I was waiting during Alicia's dental appointment. I knew it was almost full, so figured I'd just find a few blank pages, transcribe what I wrote later on, then throw it away.
The notebook is older than I thought. Among other things, it has first draft chapters of Rhapsody in Oil and Charms of the Clarion in it, which makes it at least ten years old.
I know I should throw it away, but I don't know how I'm going to do it.