I'm a writer, and this started out as a "what's in my purse?" post, but I changed my mind. I change my mind quite often when it comes to these blog posts. I need a direction again. So instead of talking about something I've done recently or Louie or M or family or friends, I'm talking about writing.
And you should know that because of the little writer in me, my purse is a little heavier than it should be. You see, I have a writer's notebook. It's a book that I picked up in HomeGoods or Marshalls. And I carry it everywhere, almost.
Except I find it funny that I only really write in it at night, when I can't sleep, and the ideas just flood my mind. And my normally pristine handwriting turns to these scribbles that I don't even recognize as my own.
I also keep a list of writing ideas in my phone, although that's short because I only use it when I don't have or am not near my notebook. Only the people who know me in real life know about it, but mostly they don't. Because it just looks like a cute little notebook that fits in with all the other "stuff" in my purse.
I guess this is just sharing a vulnerable side of me. Because my "secret" writing partner in crime knows about this. But she knows my passion and love and hate and dreams with writing. Not many other people do. (Except maybe M, my parents, and closest friends.)
So that's all. I have a writer's notebook. And I feel like it's an extension...of the little writer in me.