It’s like an obsession. I can no longer walking into my closet without reaching up and flipping over books and pushing aside envelopes and cards and pulling out an old notebook that looks like it might be the one. Well, last night, it was the one, and it held two stories that I had been looking for recently – one that (if I spin it correctly and get to work on it like, now) could be submitted for a call that ends tomorrow and the other looks good for a couple of “Best of” calls and I also have some other partials in there that I could use at some point.
So, I added that one to the stack of old notebooks that I just can’t throw away because it holds something that could potentially be something. I have boxes and shelves full of those and I keep saying that one day I’m going to just type up all those partial and those little notes and get rid of all those damn notebooks… If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was a closet hoarder.
Still, on impulse, I brought three more notebooks yesterday. Two are really cute, really sturdy flip top ones. And they say they’re “perfect for left handers” so hey, a leftie has to get her perfect notebook where she can, right?
I had an overnight date night on Friday with the hubby – dinner and a bar (with karaoke!) and an impromptu going away party for him on Saturday. It was a really low key Sunday of shopping for last minute necessities and packing, which brings us to this rainy Monday.
He leaves in two hours. 😦