I’m a girl who likes to write, but because I tend to suffer from a mental obsessive compulsiveness (I always want my thoughts and ideas to be organized but sometimes because of that, the idea loses its essence), I’ve always had different notebooks that contain these different things. Each notebook has a specific category for these thoughts and ideas. Which probably explains why I never finish a notebook—whether it’s a personal journal, or my Book of Dreams, or my Letters to Different People, because I constrict myself to just these. So the other day, I decided to have a new notebook. I call this notebook my Overthinking Notebook, where I plan to write anything and everything I could possibly think of. Good ideas, bad ideas, dreams, list of things to do, notes, random thoughts, poems, lines or dialogues I want to use in the next short story I’m going to write—this notebook will contain it all. It’s going to be my non-judging notebook, because it has no category. I have no rules to follow and no rules to break. It’s just basically anything goes. And hopefully, because of that notebook, I get inspired to write more.