Wednesday, February 10, 2010

I am NorCal.

This is my life this week:

My old roommate has a famous saying that she stole from her grandmother, which goes something like this: "Four moves equals a fire." As in, you get rid of so much stuff when you move, that after four of them, it is the same as if your house burned down. I could really relate to this last December when I was packing up all my stuff in Los Angeles--I got rid of tons of it. And now I am in Emeryville and spending hundreds of dollars each day acquiring the exact same stuff--stuff like brooms and flour and component video cables (I thought the old one belonged to the cable company, but the new cable company did not bring a new one, and so I bought one and was mad at myself for not keeping the old one only to open a box and find a third one of unknown origins in there). Ugh, I am ready to chuck it all and live in my tent (as in the never-used tent I forgot I had that the movers brought by with all the other stuff I forgot I had and could probably do without). Except that my new apartment is on top of a shopping mall and, I have to admit, it's pretty convenient.

So, I apologize for not blogging due to the chaos and whatnot. However, I did manage to post something new in my Etsy shop. And my little self-published novel did manage to get named as a Whitney Awards finalist. So that makes up for the mountain of trash I have built in my living room, right?


  1. Congrats on the move AND on the book nomination! Who gets to vote on the winners? And I like your zebra print chairs.

  2. Thanks for not throwing me away during the course of our visit.

    Love, Mom

  3. Glad you made it! Next time I'm at that mall to see a movie, I'll let you know.

    Congratulations on the nomination, too! Everyone I've given the book to has loved it.