All my life I’ve dreamed of writing a novel. Not because I have this burning story that just begs to be told. I don’t. But mainly because I have read so many mediocre novels that someone somewhere thought worthy of publishing, and I think, “I could write a better story than that.” That, plus my mother fully believes that someday…

I think I’ll do something way retro this weekend… I received some cute monogrammed note cards recently as a gift, and they are such lovely fall colors that I’m tempted to jot off some handwritten notes to a few friends. Or would that just be terribly old-fashioned of me? Seriously, I love to get letters and little gifts in the…