Claudzilla

I AM GOING TO FINISH UP THESE MEMOIRS AND SELL THEM TO THE BOOK OF THE MONTH SELECTION THEN MY MOTHER WILL GET THE BOOK IN THE MAIL AS A SURPRISE. THEN I WILL BE SO RICH AND FAMOUS THAT PEOPLE WILL BOW IN THE STREETS AND SAY THERE GOES HARRIET M. WELSCH — SHE IS VERY FAMOUS YOU KNOW. RACHEL HENNESSEY WILL PLOTZ.

When I was a kid I wanted to be Harriet the Spy so that when I grew up I could be a writer.  I notebooked like crazy, filling those perfectly-sized Mead notebooks with all sorts of introverted meanderings.  As it turns out, looking through skylights and keeping notes on friends (to be fair, I did neither of these) are not prerequisites for being a writer.  Although the true nature of ‘becoming a writer’ is certainly debatable (in case anyone’s wondering, it appears to be what In Search of Lost Time is about), in my case and at this point in time it seems to hinge largely on my senior project.

Which is due December 3rd.

So consider this the obligatory ‘not much content on the horizon’ post, in which I inform you that due to the Nosferatu of deadlines (scary, but defeatable) breathing down my neck, I don’t foresee much knitting getting done for a while.  Come 12/03, I’ll be back in the saddle, with minimal schoolwork, plenty of free movie downloads, and a lot of pent-up knitlust.  So hold tight, I’ll be back in full swing before you know it.

P.S. If you want a glimpse of some very sweet, very (VERY) familiar moments (especially for those of you who knew me growing up), google ‘”harriet the spy” notebook quotes’.  By about the second page of search results you start seeing little google-blurbs about how all these other people had notebooks when they were younger and took copious notes and irritated their teachers.  It’s phenomenal.