Days 176-184 of Project 365: June and on and on.

Howdy, strangers! I forgot (again) how quickly these pile up when I run out of energy before I can post them each day. I will have to figure out another schedule. But here are some glimpses of the past week or so, plus a throwback photo my mom sent because last Wednesday I fell asleep before remembering to take a picture.

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Pretty much every workday starts out great and ends up with me being the tiredest person to ever tire. Weekends are spent catching up, and by “catching up” I mean “sitting quietly and not talking for hours at a time.” Ah, introversion.

Getting into better physical shape will help with the exhaustion, at least, so I will have to start psyching myself up to work out in the evenings because I don’t see myself waking up at 5am to do it. I mean, I can see myself waking up at 5am. Then I can see myself gleefully flinging the alarm clock across the room and sleeping another 12 hours.

Now I’m off to read “Broken Monsters” by Lauren Beukes which is super-creepy and not at all appropriate bedtime reading. Walking on the wild side over here. Try and keep up.

Writing from: my messy study. Listening to: “Slip” by Elliot Moss.…

Day 80 of Project 365: Mini-Me.

Sometime last year, I dreamed that my Midori Traveler’s Notebook suddenly hatched a smaller sibling, like my notebook’s Mini-Me. I chalked it up to my habit of reading too many stationery blogs, and left it at that.

But this smaller version of my daily notebook kept resurfacing in my dreams. The two notebooks were a matched set, but then I would wake up and there was only one of them. Frankly, it bothered me. And so as soon as my box of journals was unearthed from storage, I ripped it open and found Mini-Me sitting right on the top.

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As I turned the smaller notebook over in my hands, I vaguely remembered buying it many years ago, but I had planned to return it because it was too small. But now it is not too small at all. Now my notebooks are a matched set. And now I can sleep.

Kids: don’t do stationery. It will mess with your mind.

Writing from: my makeshift study in the dining-room. Listening to: a tortoiseshell cat purr and lick my hands as I try to type.

Day 65 of Project 365: Notebook bits and bobs.

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In the film adaptation of my life, my jaunty sidekick would be my notebook. It has always been my notebook, ever since I knew how to write in one. When I was still young and wanted to grow up to be a librarian / private investigator / Indiana Jones hybrid, I would catalog seemingly random details of the world around me in a spiral reporter’s notebook.

These days I write in a Midori Traveler’s Notebook, which was a gift from FunkyPlaid a few years ago. Currently the Traveler’s Notebook (or MTN, or Midori, for short) has a significant cult following, but I didn’t know about that when I first saw one in a Japanese stationery store in downtown San Francisco. I remember being entranced by the rugged yet classic cover that ages with use. (It looked like something a librarian / private investigator / Indiana Jones hybrid would carry!) The notebook is easy to personalize, too, because it takes its own brand of refills as well as any other brands in the general 8” x 5” size. And then there are the accessories. I decided to photograph some of mine today. Hamilton fans will recognize the stickers, which were terrific gifts from my friend Sharks. The monkey-knot elastic closure and the monkey-knot bookmark are both Etsy finds, and the little amber and silver charm is a token from Mr Wood’s Fossils in Edinburgh.

All of this adds up to a pleasant writing experience that makes me feel a little like a librarian / private investigator / Indiana Jones hybrid. Which is important to me because that is still my dream job.

Writing from: a quiet room in Marin. Listening to: so much rain!

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