This is Zoe. Her favorite thing in the world? To sleep next to you on the couch. Also to snore.
A couple of weeks ago–actually, right before Christmas–the crappy purple Target-purchased fountain pen I was using on New Novel kicked the bucket. After I’d used it for maybe a week. To say that I was annoyed would be an understatement, but there were no refills to be found for the pen, so I moved on to a ballpoint.
After only a couple of days of writing, my hand was so terribly sore. That fountain pen was terrible, it’s true, but it also kept my hand moving freely over the page without having to exert much pressure at all, something the ballpoint just couldn’t do. I put a new fountain pen on my Christmas list, and didn’t think much about it, so when I got an awesome fountain pen kit–complete with four (4!) ink cartridges and a bottled ink converter and an honest-to-Pete bottle of ink I was so ridiculously excited. And, since this is not a crappy Target-bought fountain pen, it actually has a medium nub instead of a huge one. Which made my writing go from this:
Okay, so it probably doesn’t look that different. But trust me when I say that I no longer feel like I’m writing with a Crayon, and that my handwriting looks more like my handwriting with this new pen. I love it. And now I aim to go trawling the internet to find what bizarre ink colors I can purchase. In bottles. Just like Harry Potter. *easily amused*
I like stars a lot. I write about them a lot, too; my MFA thesis was titled “String Theory,” and it was even about that, a little bit. Mostly it was about plain old stars.
These star ornaments, however, are a favorite of mine because when I got married almost five years ago, we gave them out as favors. Only we bought way, way too many, so whenever we put up our Christmas tree, the last thing we do is dig into a ratty white plastic bag full of silver star ornaments, and cover every un-ornamented inch of the tree with them.
The Galaxy of Lights in Huntsville, Alabama is fast becoming a holiday tradition with my in-laws. I have no problem with this. Riding through the Huntsville Botanical Gardens at night, listening to Christmas songs and looking at hundreds of intricate and interesting light displays? Yeah, that’ll do it. Angels, reindeer, Santas? Check. An entire area of lighted dinosaurs, including a T-rex chasing a velociraptor? Check. The Hogwarts Express? Check–well, sort of. What used to be the Hogwarts Express is now the Huntsville Express. Boo. Boo, city pride. That’s my only complaint, though.
Below is an image from my favorite part: an area with strings and strings of white lights, draped to look like snow. It’s as close as we usually get in Alabama.