I've always wanted to be an artist. I know, I know, writers are perhaps considered a kind of artist, but that's not the same thing.

Admittedly, I think Toms are kind of ugly. But I fell in love with the sparly silver pair and decided I had to have them.

This was taken on top of the Space Needle and is obviously a horrible picture. Can you say city bangs? I can. Why am I even sharing this picture? I am disgusting.

My second manuscript, that is. Handed it off to the editor tonight. It's funny how in these final days and read-throughs I was hit with all kinds of "this isn't good enough" thoughts, to the point of pure panic, but then again, that's exactly how I felt last time.

I'm a lover of jewelry (my readers will soon find out just how much), and the first time I went to DC, seeing the Hope Diamond was the highlight of my trip.