This is after years of leisurely sipping my cappuccino, looking out the window at the bird feeder,stroking the cats and taking my time getting it together(or not!)...
I have always said I wanted to be a writer, and this is what writers do(well at least
that is what they do in books and in the movies...so bear with me as I stumble
and fumble along...My actual work is on my own time..when I am at home,I can take my time.
When I go to England to shop, the antique fairs are always a long drive away... usually it is raining or worse...You are jarred awake by a horrid sounding hotel alarm clock, you fall out of bed,tired from tossing and turning all night(in fear that the alarm won't go off) fall out of bed , pull on the same dirty jeans you wore for the last week, all for the chance at the prize...a thrill like no other, running through wet damp fields to get to the gate and when they open up,charging in like a herd of crazed animals , all for the promising possibility to get at that box first, to see that faded Liberty print curtain panel just as it is pulled out of the back of the dealers truck...or not...
