Okay, so I want to share a few things with you, and then tell you a little story (you know how I love telling stories.)
I found out last week that my stable 9-5 job is over as of June 30th. Glean from this what you will, but don't send any care packages. I'm doing fine. I teach and I have some really interesting opportunities... and Bill has a fantastic job, so we'll be okay, but the whole thing's really turned me upside down and inside out and I've just gotten used to my sea legs.
Meanwhile I'm still in agent mode for my current novel "The Junk Garden" and though I'm lucky enough to have agents interested, the wait is excruciating.
At the same time I pushed my WIP aside in order to write a short story to enter into a contest... and guess what? 15 k later I'm feeling the first draft of a NEW novel inching towards me. The story simply wrote itself and it's so anxious to get out. Thus the sporadic blogging. When I open the Mac, I'm immersed in a new ghostly mystery. I'm Alice in Wonderland all over again.
Okay, that's the share. Now the story.
This week while we were grocery shopping I noticed a bag of lemons on sale. I picked up the mesh bag and my seven year old, Tess.. said "Who would buy a bag of lemons?"
"We would." I said as I threw them in the carriage.
"What will we use them for?"
"I don't know, we'll figure something out... they're on sale."
We went on with our shopping. When we got in line there was quite a wait. My husband is a chef and he can't abide the prices of food as he buys it all wholesale, so I'm asked to go to off price stores, (now more than ever!) and those lines are the worst. BUT, I have to say, it's usually a blast trying to make the time go by for my kids. Everything is an adventure...
This time, I picked up the bag of lemons. On sale because they were all ripe the bag smelled beautiful.
"Close your eyes," I said to Tess. She closed her eyes. I held the bag of lemons up to her nose.
"Smell... pretend you're in a lemon grove."
She opened her eyes and asked, "What do lemon trees look like?"
"What do you want them to look like?" I whispered.....
"Well, there are hundreds of them everywhere I can see and each one is filled with lemons."
Grace (the four year old budding novelist) said "And don't forget the lemon fairies!"
And there we were, in the line and all the way home, weaving stories about what happened in the magic lemon grove.
A lemonade end to a very lemony week. I wish all of you a bag of ripe lemons.