Friday, November 19, 2010

changing my life with a wave of her hand

I'm going into my bedroom and I am not coming out until all of my ideas have been found.* They're spirited through notebooks and on scraps of paper, tucked into my wallet and written in the margins of articles all over the place. I intend to impose some kind of filing system on the stacks on my desk because while it may be a hardcopy of my brain, it is also hard to decipher what is what and which relates to how.

*Or until it's time for afternoon tea and a conference panel planning sesh at Becky's. Either or.

1 comment:

  1. Bonne chance! J'espère voir que vous émergez indemne.

    (I also hope I haven't butchered the French too much there, but y''s been a while).