I go through music phases, especially when I’m writing.
I listen to the same things over and over and over. And over.
I’m not always sure what will end up being the soundtrack of Revisonland. It varies. I don’t particularly plan, something just moves into my head and refuses to let me listen to anything else while I work.
This time around it is all Fleet Foxes, all the time.
I decided I needed business cards, but I didn’t particularly want to put “author” or “writer” or “kitten wrangler” on them.
After a lot of pondering and Etsy searching, I decided to go with something along the lines of a Victorian calling card. It seemed appropriate.
So I ordered these from GoGoSnap:
Name on front, website & e-mail on the back. Room to scrawl my phone number if needed. They are swirly gorgeousness & I love them.
Julie at GoGoSnap is brilliant & accommodating & I’m absolutely going back for all my quirky vintage-inspired correspondence needs.
In other news: I still feel odd not doing NaNoWriMo (I keep thinking I’m forgetting to do something) but I am buried in revisions. Revisionland is turning into my natural habitat. Scrivener 2.0 is making Revisionland a much lovelier place at the moment, though. I may wax poetic on that at some point in the future.
It is a cold Hallowe’en in Salem today. We only ventured out for a few hours to brave the downtown craziness, but the crowds weren’t as heavy as usual. It’ll likely get busier later, though. I hope people plan on wearing costumes that involve sweaters.
We made friends with a black cat. As one does on Hallowe’en in Salem.
Home now, with caramel apples and caramel vodka. It’s like a theme.
The chill of impending winter has clearly arrived, rustling through the leaves on the ground outside.
But the trees are still on fire, so autumn hasn’t left just yet.
And a witch just walked past my window.
Happy Hallowe’en & a Blessed Samhain, too!
Snapshots from Revisionland: the pre-Hallowe’en edition
Coffee:
New scenes, scribbled longhand in unlined notebooks:
Bucket involved in some sort of Battle Royale with an empty Panera bag:
(I think Bucket is winning.)
And of course, the obligatory bowl of candy:
Today is wedding anniversary number four, and the boy and I spent it as is somewhat traditional, galavanting around New Hampshire and picking apples. (Last year it was cold & rainy, so we went to see Sleep No More instead. Oh, Sleep No More, I miss you so.)
Apparently it was not a great year for apples, but we ended up with a large bag of Mutzus anyway. I am plotting an apple goat cheese tart for the weekend. It was lovely and sunny and we bought pumpkins and I took lots of photos, the best of which are up on Flickr.
After we got back to Salem we went out for dinner and had lots of food and wine and excellent tiramisu.
And this was my anniversary present:
Persephone’s jewel, from Blood Milk on Etsy. I have coveted it for ages and it is even more beautiful in person.
Had a marvelous day. Can hardly believe it’s been four years already. Apparently traditional fourth anniversary giftage is fruit & flowers. Well, we do have apples.
Yet another Tessa + Box = TRUE LOVE story that will leave the kitten crushed and broken-hearted when I must recycle the box.
She’ll find another (inevitably doomed) cardboard love. She’s resilient.