My red-faced inner creative

So I like to write down ideas I have for things to write on, and I write them anywhere, on any available piece of paper. One place where I stashed a group of ideas was in a tiny notebook with necessary insurance information that I have been carrying in my purse. I also have a friend with a propensity to look in women's purses. She finds mine especially entertaining because it is large and I have been known to stow strange things in it.

So on one of these occasions she asks if she can look in my purse.
"Sure" I answer, because why not?
She starts to pull out various objects, like a collection of nail files, recipes I cut from Martha Stewart Living, and a full-size lint brush. Then she comes across the notebook. Before I can remember that I had stashed ideas in it and not just the phone number of my insurance adjuster, she has come across the page of writing topics. I can see on her face that she is about to read them out loud. I stop her. I blush.

She would never understand.

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