David is quite correct. You see, the malady that has spread through this motel on this week? It takes a different form for each resident. For you, Emily, it would seem it's taken root in your passion for the arts. You were wise to resist such temptation. Cleaning supplies are terribly expensive nowadays.

[He snaps his... tentafingers. Tentafingies? And the bartender slides a list of request along with a card for rating the motel's services, and a monogrammed Innsmouth Motel pen.]

The magnets and notebook will be delivered to your room first thing in the morning, and you may add more of your works to the refrigerator as you please. However, discretion is advised. We wouldn't want some of our less... savory residents suspecting you, would we?