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Like any kid, I kept a few collections when I was growing up. I collected stickers, pins, hockey cards, but I quickly got bored and gave them up.

What I never tired of collecting though was rocks.

I just loved rocks. I’d picked them out for their shape, their colour, for the little glitter of gold I saw in them or just because they looked lonely in the middle of the sidewalk. I would often leave them in my pockets and my mom would find them at the bottom of the washing machine. I’d keep them in bowls of water by my bed because everybody knows that rocks look better when they are wet. The bottom drawer of my nightstand was full of my favorite rocks, the ones I wanted to keep close to me.

I had no interest in rock formation, geology or gemology. I didn’t want to learn about them. I just liked rocks. I liked the weight of them in my hand. I liked their faint, organic odor, their texture against my skin.

I did think the concept of a pet rock was silly though. I didn’t want faces on my rocks. I just wanted to look at them the way they were.

I got over the rock collecting thing, of course. But if you were to go through my drawers now, you’d still find a few stones here and there.

I nearly had a stone orgasm a couple of years ago when Blork and I went to Nova Scotia. He took me to a deserted beach in Cape Breton and I found myself in heaven: miles and miles of absolutely perfect shaped pebbles, the kind you pay a fortune for at garden centers. Discovering that beach was like finding a treasure. You know those dreams we all have where we keep finding money on the ground and we pick it up and we find more money and it never stops?

I started picking stones like mad, quickly filling up Blork’s pockets as well as mine. I was really bummed out that we had flown to Nova Scotia because it meant I was restricted on the amount of stones I could take back. I’m still considering driving back there and bringing back home boxes and boxes of the pebbles. The rock garden I would make!

The stones are now in a decorative bowl in our dining room. I keep two of the heavy, flat pebbles by my desk, piled one on top of the other, and I often grab them and play with them in my hands as I think about something to write. (They are also great to keep books open and flat.)

All of this to say that I went crazy this morning when I saw the new line of furniture that a French design company has started making. I. Must. Have. A. Rock. Chair.

I must. Please sell them in Canada soon.

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Appartement � louer � Montr�al, � court terme.

Vous cherchez un endroit o� passer quelques semaines ou mois lors d’un s�jour � Montr�al? Allez jeter un coup d’oeil du c�t� de Rue Berri. L’appartement est dans une maison tranquille du Plateau Mont-Royal, � 30 secondes du m�tro et � 2 minutes de tout! Beaucoup plus agr�able que l’h�tel!

J’ai plein de choses � faire aujourd’hui mais il semble y avoir une conspiration d’�v�nements, de gens et de bebittes qui se sont mis en t�te de m’emp�cher de me concentrer, incluant:

-Une journ�e superbe, avec du soleil et sans maudite humidit�.

-Un chat qui m’appelle constamment pour que j’aille jouer dehors avec lui. (Qui a besoin d’un chien ou d’un enfant avec un chat pareil?)

-L’alarme de l’auto ou de la maison d’un voisin qui n’arr�te pas de se d�clencher.

-Une grosse araign�e poilue que j’ai vue grimper sur le mur et qui s’est ensuite enfuie dans une « craque » entre deux lattes du plancher. Je suis persuad�e qu’elle va me piquer le pied pendant que je suis � l’ordi et �a me d�concentre.

-Le tournage d’un sc�nario de long-m�trage que j’ai co-�crit r�cemment et qui d�bute le 19 ao�t prochain. Je suis �nerv�e comme une petite fille � qui ses parents ont promis de l’emmener � la Ronde et qui est d�j� �tourdie juste � y penser. Le casting se pr�cise � chaque jour et je viens de recevoir une des tounes qu’une auteure-compositeure-interpr�te qu�b�coise bien connue vient d’�crire juste pour nous. J’ai mis �a sur mon iPod et j’ai pass� l’aspirateur dans toute la maison. M�chante bonne toune pour accompagner une com�die romantique sauce jeunesse! L’ado en moi vient de r�appara�tre (sauf que je ne faisais pas le m�nage quand j’�tais ado).

Bref, je suis un vrai paquet de nerfs et une boule d’�nergie, ce qui ne correspond pas tellement � mon mode habituel d’�criture. Va falloir qu’elle se calme les nerfs, la p’tite, sinon va falloir qu’elle change de m�tier et qu’elle aille faire des m�nages.