my story|coconut in her hand
My friend, H, is always giving me these lovely notebooks. I can never resist them and usually end up writing or drawing in them immediately, before even finishing the previous few notebooks/sketchbooks I’d already begun. My usual problem is that these books must be themed one way or another. So for this one, my solution was to begin a story and watch it unravel as my days unwind. I think I’m going to enjoy this book. The story is called Coconut in Her Hand.