I'm selling two or three of my bags in preparation for the move. Probably some other accessories too. Oh and books. Oh and furniture. You get the idea.

However, I've had my eye on this bag for a while, and have been waiting for it to go on sale. I love that it can be worn on the shoulder or cross-body or in hand. It has a ton of room inside, too. It's by Kooba.



I found it online today for 35% off, with no sales tax and free shipping. raaaaad.

The sun is trying so hard to come out right now.

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God. My black leather trigger smells so good. That perfect, intoxicating leather smell, which somehow always reminds me of this leather jacket I bought when I was 18. Oh how I loved that coat. I bought some paint and carefully wrote "NIRVANA" on the back of it. Cheesy.

Today is moving slowly. I haven't left the building. Maybe I should take a walk, get the blood flowing, get some oxygen. I'm told it's cold outside. Deceptively.

I'm doing this rewrite right now of certain parts of my no-vel. It's top to bottom, pretty big edits. I am excited but it makes me sigh because the stuff I mailed out to friends will now be kinda obsolete. But the basic story is the same...? I am still waiting for comments from almost everyone. I keep wanting to say, "It's better! I fixed it! Believe me!"

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I wore my pedometer today. I wore it at the gym too. I logged over 11,000 steps. Nice work, eh? Ten thousand is supposedly optimal. So I guess it's a good thing I did three miles on the elliptical.

Still have not written anything in the book for a week, but today I did complete the outline, which is actually a huge deal. I have the whole thing summarized from beginning to end. The outline is six pages long. I am still asking myself why I am doing this. So far my only good answer is: it's fun?

I took a picture of the contents of my bag, for posterity.



Sometimes when you have listened to a song enough times, you start to hear the tiny, tiny details hiding inside, like a layer in the background delicately changing pitch, or the sound the singer makes in his lungs or in his mouth just before he starts to sing. I am in love with that.

Tags: book, handbags, music

This week at work has been slow like glacier. Zzzz.

I have been to the gym thrice, which is good considering that tonight's plans include a fabulous multi-course meal prepared by my friend the chef. No idea what we're in for, but I know it will be good times.

I am a very good girl and am selling a used bag to buy a new bag. That's what I do. New bag gets here on Monday. It is very pretty, and I am going to pet it and hold it and put my things into it.

Today since I had nothing else to do, I offered to copy edit my pal's thesis proposal. It was only six pages, but I found myself really enjoying it. I even made a few queries. I miss editing. I feel like it's hard to break into, though. Like I can't get any experience unless I already have experience. All I have right now is desire and my framed certification.

In other news: the novel goes well. I find that it's a lot easier when I am not rushing myself and working on it as slowly as I can, one sentence at a time.

The first time I wrote a "novel" (term used very loosely), when I was 17, I remember how much I obsessed over things like what font to use (!), and what the title should be, and what stupid song lyrics I should put before every chapter. You know, things that had nothing to do with the story.

I haven't even begun to come up with a title for this book. It seems like that will come last, and right now I frankly don't think about it at all.

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