Of all the little pleasures I regularly enjoy in my life – like the feeling a fresh cool pillow on my cheek or the sound of unboiled rice being poured into a saucepan from a greater height than would seem necessary – the act of starting a new sketchbook is possibly one of the best. The only other “little pleasure” I can think of, off hand, that tops the feeling of putting down the first few scribbles in a brand new sketchbook, is the actual filling of said book.
My new pocket sketchbook has now been soiled. Let the good times roll on. :)