Out With The Old
I've been setting up my new office this week. I'm tossing all my old notes for writing projects I never pursued and making room for new things. I got tired of running across scraps of paper with notes scribbled on them thinking, Oh, I never did anything with that. Made me feel like I'd dropped the ball or missed out on something, when, in fact, I didn't miss anything; I just went with something stronger at that time. Not all ideas writers get are golden; some of them are real stinkers and deserve to fade quietly away in the bottom of a desk drawer.
I am happy to report that my bookshelves are not overstuffed anymore. The books have room to breathe and I can actually see each one. It's a good feeling. Our small collection of antique books is downstairs on the living room mantle and Mitch has plenty of room in his office for his reference library. We are book lovers, that's for sure.
Speaking of books, I met a writer, Cait London - for the second time - last year. We've stayed in touch these past few months and have found that, although we write in completely different fields, we have many things in common. Cait is getting ready to relocate in the near future, too. She's planning to move to the Springfield area; I hope she's close enough to meet me at B&N for tea! (Or McAlister's. Or Panera.) Cait's one of those wise, witty and encouraging people who is a joy to know. She asked me a while back where we first met. I told her I remembered seeing her sign books at a local author's workshop many years ago. I'm sure I spoke to her, but just briefly; she was busy. Well, while I was cleaning out my desk Sunday evening, I found an old workshop program from 1992; inside was one of Cait's old business cards. I was right, Cait; we did meet at that workshop!






























