Yes, three years ago when I sold my old house and was expecting to move back to New York, in my zeal to somehow achieve 2 things at once: throw my entire life away and cling tenaciously to things I will never use again, I did something inexplicable.
Okay. I did an ungodly amount of inexplicable things. (I was grieving and it was too much loss at once.)
However, the thing I’m talking about here is that I was closing down a 1700 square foot house, thinking I would wind up in something the size of a peanut shell back in New York. So I had to ruthlessly divest myself of just so much stuff.
And in that ruthless divestiture [you’re probably thinking I didn’t know how to use that word in a sentence – Ed.], I threw out every single solitary – incredibly expensive – piece of luggage I owned. (And mind you, I managed to cling to more incredibly cool cocktail glasses than any single woman should be legally allowed to own and I don’t even really drink anymore, but my cupboards are bursting with fancy barware!)
I did not discover my foolhardiness regarding the luggage until I was preparing to leave for NYC last month and discovered the only things I own that resemble luggage are one very small flight bag and a white, sparkly beach tote. Luckily, that was a crazy-quick trip and I drove to NYC, so I could just throw everything that didn’t fit into one very small flight bag and a white, sparkly beach tote into the backseat of my Honda Fit.
But now I am preparing to fly to LA for 5 days, and I’m only allowed, of course, one carry-on. I have a reputation to uphold in the world beyond Crazyland. I want to be seen as a tall, silver-haired, overly serious woman who thinks too much. And a white, sparkly beach tote is simply not going to cut it. Nor is there room in that thing for even 1/4 of what I’ll need for 5 days.
So, yes!! I bought this cool thing and it arrived last night!
I just love it!! Even though all the fake stamps & postcards from around the world bespeak of someone who loves to travel, and that is so NOT me. I hate to travel. I hate to see new things and meet new people! I hate to get a fresh perspective on the world and hence on my own existence within it! I hate having an expanded frame of reference from which to write my many glorious works of fiction!
I prefer to just stay at home, sit at my desk, look out the window at my maple tree… However, all that other stuff happens to me anyway.
But I’m super excited to have my new backpack/carry-on! I’m gonna try like hell to not throw it away!
I got next to no writing done yesterday, even though I sat at my desk in front of the laptop the entire day. I wrote about 9 lines – and most of those being incomplete sentences that this new novel is becoming famous for. However, I had the little weasel of love scurrying around in my belly all day, really just making me distracted and sick. So that’s my excuse. Today, I’m better, though. Even though it’s sad to be out of love, by my own choosing; no more delightful little pings of loving texts popping up merrily on my phone.
It just has to be that way. So on we go, ever nearing the completion of Chapter 16 in Blessed By Light. And it’s a wonderfully snowy day here in Crazyland, so it’ll be nice to just sit here all day and write.
Thanks for visiting, folks! I hope you have a really good, love-filled day, wherever you are in the world. See ya!