I fall in and out of love with my sketchbook. I keep a couple journals going at all times. One comes with me, one stays in my studio, the other is on my bedside table. At times, it seems connected to me. I write ideas, draw pictures, think, dream, document, add important quotes. Emotions fill the pages. Thoughts start and need more: to become a painting, drawing, sculpture. Other thoughts wait within the pages for my skill sets to further develop. Sometimes ideas are perfectly created and need nothing more than to be on the page in the book.
Here are a few pages from my journal where I documented the dying process.