Rite in the Rain

I was looking forward to coming home tonight. I had plans to sit outside with my coffee and relax under the stars (which I’m sure are behind that smog…somewhere) and maybe write a little.

Anyway. Cue me walking to my car after work. Cue rain and lightning that makes me afraid to put up my umbrella since I’m not in the mood to die tonight. Everything, everywhere, soaking wet. So much for sitting on the steps.

But it made me think of something really cool I saw a while back. An ingenious paper that lets you write even in torrential downpours. I probably wouldn’t be sitting in a torrential downpour, mind you, but Rite in the Rain would totally work in the shower. Or if you’re a little…shall we say…less graceful than others (not saying that I am or anything), it would save your ass if you dropped your writing notebook in a puddle.

Or in the bath.

Or the toilet.

I always carry an index card in my pocket in case I’m struck with an idea. More than once I’ve lost one to the washing machine. They make waterproof index cards, too. How cool is that?

My Filofax is Here!

Stationery nerds, your attention please: I have obtained the Holy Grail.

My Filofax Malden is here.

With all the time-management I’ve been attempting, I’m hoping this is The Answer. Mine and C’s work schedules, story notes, publication planning…I even bought a four-year-at-a-glance calendar to track my word counts. I’ve always been best with tactile information.

Plus, I’m a big fan of “permanent” things. Smart phones are nice; I have one and (mostly) love it. But if you get a big ol’ scratch on your cell phone, that could be the end of it. Five years from now your cell phone will be embarrassingly obsolete. I wanted something that will only gain character over time. Something made to last. I’m thinking this bad boy will see me through the next decade, at least, and I love the idea of seeing it age and change right along with me.

No rebooting, no charging. Room to doodle. The pleasing smell of leather. The ability to reorganize everything whenever life changes.

I am a very, very content little nerdling right now.

Romancing the Moleskine

If you’re not a huge stationery dork like I am, you may not have heard of Moleskine notebooks. (You also may have seen their exorbitant price tag and walked away, like the sensible person I am not.)

The story goes that they were the notebooks used by the greats (Hemingway! Van Gogh! Picasso! Matisse!), although the story has been refuted.

Regardless, I love love love them. The paper is smooth and lovely and not a terrifying white that screams I AM BLANK! YOU WILL NEVER FILL ME! but rather a mellow yellow that whispers Relax, you got this.

Why am I blogging what amounts to a product placement?

BECAUSE

without a Moleskine, I would have nothing to put inside THIS:

copyright engraveyourbook.com

I needs it. I needs it bad, Precious.
(Click to view other styles, but never, ever tell me if you get one before I do. I’m not a pretty crier.)