Well, I did. She was too young, so she stayed in my purse. After all, someone had to hand me the tissues.
Later, we decided to play a totally different kind of Hunger Games. That's because we were in San Diego for the National Center on Family Literature Conference . . .
What did we play? Why we played the DESSERT GAMES!!! Just take a look . . .
And before that there was a blog about FREEDOM, the amazing thingy that helps tame my internet addiction . . .
So, in keeping with the STUFF I DO WHEN I WRITE theme, there's this . . .
Oops. Ignore that. That was the drawer where I keep the cords and cables from old cellphones, et al. that I don't know what to do with because they might be important someday.
Let's try again, shall we? There's this . . .
Um. Okay. "What's that?" you ask, or I ask, or Johnny Depp asks, or Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy asks . . .
Well, let me tell all of you. Those are my NOTES!!!
Yes, NOTES!!!
Notes.
Why? Because I have this insane scary ability to remember my childhood, including my best friend from second grade's phone number . . .
(Above: Me, making memories back then that I remember now.)
Yet, I cannot recall yesterday . . .
So I have to take NOTES!!! when an idea hits me. I write them all down, and after I transfer them to my computer, I rip them out and skewer them (see above), or I cross them out in the small, but delightful, notebooks I have.
How many small, but delightful, notebooks do you have, you ask, or I ask, or Nathan Fillion asks?
A lot. Here's a brief tour of some of them,
I really like this brand, called Pocket Pads - aria, and I buy them in bulk . . .
After I use up one, I write on the cover and keep them forever so that they can become a burden to me . . .
(That says "retired." I know, I know. Handwriting was the only time I ever got a "C" in school.)
I'm no snob, and I also use other brands . . .
I use bigger notebooks when I know I'm going to write a lot . . .
Now, since I never know where (and why) an idea might smack me in the head, I leave these notebooks and pads of paper scattered everywhere I am, was, and will be. For example, these are in my car . . .
Police, please take note: I am a safety-first kind of driver, so if the car is in motion, I have my dog jot down notes for me . . .
Look! More notepads, this time in the basement . . .
These are next to my bed . . .
There's aways at least one in my purse . . .
(There's even a pad of paper in the bathroom.)
Sometimes, I have ideas that I don't know where they are supposed to belong. (Egads, was that even a sentence?) Like, maybe they're for future stories. If so, they get their own special place . . .
Now, with all these pads of paper and notebooks floating around, I need pens, right? My favorites are Pilot G2s . . .
But I have others . . .
And if you are like me and have an office supply problem, then you have lots of paper clips, binder clips, fasteners . . .
What was that???? Oh, those are earplugs for times when certain-people-who-shall-not-be-named are too loud and you cannot hear yourself/myself thinking . . .
Here's another view of the office supply portion of my desk . . .
And so, now you know!
Okay, what's top of mind right now? Correct! I'm thinking of working on my speech for the Virginia Hamilton Conference at Kent State next month. . .
===========================
Disclaimer: No proofreaders were harmed (or even used) in the creation of this blog.
Want to check out Lisa's NEW AND IMPROVED website? SImply CLICK HERE.
Interested in having Lisa speak at your school, library or conference? CLICK HERE for more information.
