There is something in a new sketchbook that sends a thrill of delight through my chest. The smell of new paper, the untainted apperience (free from the mistakes and frustration of the future), and the anticipation of a new journey at the end of your pencil... I love it.
I love it so much, that I follow the same pattern in each of my sketchbooks: I never, ever draw on the first page. It is my pathetic attempt to keep the sketchbook pure and lovely—free from my failed attempts at creating a piece that is "cover-worthy". I remember reasoning with myself when I was very young, that if my first drawing was worthy, then I would simply tare out the blank first page and tuck it into the back or I would copy it to the first page.
Unfortunately, my drawings have yet to fulfill the title of "worthy". So all of my sketchbooks have a single blank page at the very front. Many have been tainted during the life of the book, depending on the nature of my adventures.
Anyway, I began musing over these things as I completed my previous sketchbook and opened up a new one, skipping directly to the second page.
Here's the last piece from my old sketchbook—some play with a new idea... hopefully a finished piece soon!