This handemade leather-bound volume is about the length of my forefinger; it was an especially cool Christmas present from a writer friend of mine. She picked it up for me at a Renaissance Faire. She told me I could write all my “secret thoughts” here. (I’ve got a lot of ’em.)
I personally like to think that it looks like something out of Stephen King’s “The Dark Tower” universe, like maybe the place where Roland inscribes clues about his quest. (I know he doesn’t need to search for clues in any of the books, but still.) Or maybe it’s a convenient pocket-tome for the vengeance-driven Arya Stark from “Game of Thrones” to keep her “list.”
I haven’t yet decided precisely what I will record here. I quite love it, though. It’s sitting on my desk as a reminder for me to write. (You know what would fit perfectly on a single page? All the progress I’ve made on my novel in the past six months. Maybe I’ll start with that.)
I’m not sure why so many turn-of-the-century Christmas cards feature pig-powered elf transportation, but you’d be surprised. It must be a Norwegian thing — in the same manner as their contemporaneous Americans had a predilection for frogs. (Hey, it could be weirder, right? Norway’s cards could features cadres of confused elves running a barber shop for pigs.)
Whatever. Drive safe and be merry. If you’re traveling far to see friends or family, remember to gas up your pigs.