So Long, Old Friend

This is my official tribute to my old writing binder.
(Forgive the picture quality. I was too lazy to dig out my good camera, and cellphone pics can be emailed right to my computer.)

This beast was the original home for the Diary of an Agent's Sister manuscript. I hand stitched the canvas cover over a year ago, and carried it to school almost every day of senior year, right along side my other school things. Unfortunately, the rings are only 1", and the manuscript is officially over 300 pages long. Bursting at the seams was an understatement. I've known for a while that the old thing wouldn't hold out much longer, but last night, as I attempted to put in the latest pages and was denied as most of them flew back out at me, I finally admitted that it's time had come.

Insert one trip to Wal-mart, around ten p.m., about $3, and I had a new black binder with 2"rings.

It's nice, sturdy, classy, and large enough to fit any future growth. It's also the largest binder I've ever purchased, but that's beside the point. The point is that I have almost an entire ream of paper covered in what may be my greatest accomplishment to date (because, psh, who cares about good grades and college acceptance?) and is, at the very least, one of my favorite things. I brought it home, sadly transferred the pages of Diary, and admired the new piece. Then spent an hour putting reinforcing stickers onto every stinking hole between pages 217 and 296, at which point I ran out of stickers. Grr.

Well, the old binder isn't gone for good. Maybe I'll rip out the spine and put in a larger one, though I'm not certain it'll fit. Maybe I'll just make a new binder altogether. We'll see. Just thought I'd give it a proper blog-style funeral, and commemorate Diary's new home.

-Jordan

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Oh, right, if you didn't catch today's chapter, it's here--> April 13-April 15, or, how to subliminally honor your good friend and make her very happy.