I hit the Container Store in Century City last night after work. It's the best place ever! I got, well, containers for old journals so I can stack them up dust-free in the closet, a wine rack, coffee, flour and sugar containers, a double-hook for our housekeys, a magnet that displays how to convert cooking measurements (did you know a cup is equal to .06 of a gallon?), a shoe rack and a mini-garbage can for the bathroom.
I wish there were containers for ideas. You could seal them up, store them away and keep them fresh with all the details intact for when you have time to write them.
I'm about to start revisions on a new novel (the one I finished in December), but I have ideas for three new stories creeping around the edges of my mind, fighting to get in, and I'm scared I'll forget some of the juiciest bits.
Off to my retreat tomorrow. See you next week and happy writing, everyone.