“Saturday night is perfect for writers because other people have “plans.”
― Mike Birbiglia
This week I got to jumpstart a new client project–or rather return back to a former project that I really love in a fresh way. I’m also waiting with ferocious impatience for a decision on a pitch to a new potential client entirely and have basically bitten my nails to the quick doing so. It’s a company I really want to work with and a project I really want to work on – more I cannot say lest the jinx gods make things difficult. Somehow in all this I also really want to find time to massage a writing pitch and ship it out early next week to see if it has legs, plus do some scouting for yet another potential client.
Elsewhere London decided that it’s time to start cooling down for fall (totally on board), NYFW kicked off and has overtaken my leisure reading/internet surfing (that one Club Monaco coat is all over social media, the Coach invitations were amazing, and from what I’ve been able to glimpse I’m loving the Tibi collection), and Jeff and I have begun the packing process for our move, now happening the first day of October. Things are busy! But writing this at the moment it’s foggy and gray outside and I’m doing some proper cooking and baking for the first time in months. Netflix is a strong possibility.
Here are your links, tell me what the weekend holds for you!
Everything you wanted to know about the island of my birth.
Perhaps The Coveteur is not the best place to look for wardrobe and storage ideas for a new place…when one is poor.
London was all agog at this anniversary this weekend. And it was pretty cool!
Instagram find of the week (the Stranger Things one brought me particular joy).
Nothing is new, least of all sexism.
And speaking of! But this time, with snark!
A lovely short on the perspective of an illustrator.
This story is a longer links read, but downright Shakespearean in scope.
And finally, really want to see this.