unrepentant tomboy

Kind readers,

I’m behind on my writing schedule, but I’ve been getting plenty of much needed rest, it seems.

Autumn has been amazing here so far, which is nice after the few exhausting winters we’ve had up here.

Yesterday, I wrote an introductory post on Livejournal because of the friending that’s been going on over there this week. Go take a look here if you’d like to read about my life in a nutshell: allow myself to introduce… myself

Oh, and here’s a lovely photo of my Red Holiday Cup of Evil! Very nice mug, by the way.

And hey, I got some nice matching underwear.

Apart from Atheist Tiki Hour: Your Guide to a Secular Blast, I’ll be working on another writing project this fall/winter. An idea suddenly came to me, and it was much too irresistible to ignore. I designed a book cover the very next morning and I’m in love with this book already.

Here is it:

This captures the essence of the book: “Eat penny candy while sitting on the sidewalk, and do your own damn thing. Be your kind of happy.”

I even designed a t-shirt to celebrate what this book will be about! I made it ultra colorful and gave it a 70s vibe. Click on the picture if you’d like to get one:

I got one for myself, and I’ll be taking a picture for you of me wearing it 🙂

This is going to be the first time that I write a book for the fun of it, to make myself happy. Not to do something useful or helpful or whatever else… I want to write for my own pleasure. If readers enjoy it too, well that’ll be the cherry on the sunday, as the saying goes. I’ll be writing the whole thing by hand in silly notebooks (I got a pile of them yesterday, with covers that have sparkly candy illustrations—perfect!); then I’ll type up the manuscript.

I’ve been writing by hand a lot more these days, in journals and such like, and I find it extremely relaxing. My collection of 7 Year Pens has been steadily increasing.

I continue to collect toys and I’m enjoying it more than ever. Toys are made of happy. There will be new photos of my writing refuge soon. I’ve begun referring to it as “my fort”.

Jimmy crack corn, and I don’t care!

Your devoted
Logospilgrim, the quiet professor