The Closet Under the Stairs

A kid-friend was thrilled to discover we have a closet under the stairs, Harry Potter style. The door’s on the end instead of the side, and jumping on the stairs no longer rains down sawdust, after we had the underside of the stairs reinforced with a thick piece of lumber, but it’s still a closet under the stairs. Ours has a trap door into the basement, with a ladder to climb down. The furnace repair guys love that!

We excavated, first sorting the videos and DVDs, reluctantly parting with videos we no longer have a device for, except for family stuff. Those we’ll convert, someday. Then we dug through the surprisingly large collection of musical instruments. Further back we found a couple of boxes of treasure and some framed pictures. One was proof of my love of fantasy even as a young child.

Maureen

Fueled By Hope

Mark and I have started a new project. We’re trying to figure out what getting to zero carbon would look like at our house. We’ll tackle a project a month. Our first blog post went up today.

Maureen

https://fueledbyhopeblog.wordpress.com/2016/01/10/fueled-by-hope/

Working Magic

I finished a story before Christmas, and had my first reader comments. I feel like I’m working incredibly slowly, over the last year, as I’ve dealt with health and family issues – and yet here it is – a competed manuscript, a product pulled out of thin air, from my imagination into a story.

There’s an alchemy there that never ceases to thrill  – to play with an idea and then slowly, painfully, turn it into a story.

I feel like a magician, working magic.

Maureen