Deja Vu, All Over Again

Piles of linens. Piles of blankets. Piles of spreads. Piles of clothes. Piles of tools. Piles of, well, piles. It makes you wonder when they had time to eat and sleep--or where. In the last few weeks, the estate sales have had overwhelming amounts of stuff. You could tell these folks traveled the world and their homes were filled with artifacts from their trips, but they were also filled with an abundance of everyday things--some from today and some from yesteryear. Of course, when I find the yesteryear stuff, I am like a pirate with a treasure map. The gold is here somewhere.


The treasure in one sale last month was hidden in a basement closet. The upstairs had been filled with clothes and handbags, but nothing caught my attention until I stepped inside the closet in the basement. There was a Harry Rosenfeld lunch box bag with beautiful suede sides and snakeskin stamped vinyl on top. Of course, I rescued Harry and he is home with me now.

On the writing front, I am actually working on a middle grade novel, which is interesting because I am doing it in longhand. Ever since I learned to type in high school (and actually before that), I composed at the typewriter or computer. But writing longhand was practical because of its portability. And I'm finding it very freeing. I'm crossing fingers that the story continues to flow from my ink pen.

I also had an interesting email from an actual editor asking if my picture book is still available. I'm crossing my fingers and toes that this works out. (Feel free to cross yours also, and crossing eyes can't hurt either, but don't drive that way, please.)