I have a secret of my own to share. It’s this. Sometimes I prefer snow, cold and bad weather because then I don’t mind sitting in my office ignoring the outdoors. When the sun is shining and the temperatures are balmy, I want to be outside. I feel as if I’m missing out on a precious day. Part of the problem is that the window in my office is four and a half feet from the floor so I can’t see anything but sky when I glance out.
I’ve tried taking my work outside but there are only so many tasks I can do successfully away from my computer. And I work most efficiently at my familiar place.
So, after thirteen or more years of telling myself I’m over reacting to something in my workspace, I have decided to take the plunge and have a bigger window installed, one that comes down to desk level. I don’t know when it’s going to happen but a handyman has come out and taken measurements. I am very excited about this. Greedily, I wanted a big bay window but alas it is too pricey to get installed. So picture this window as flat and that is what I am looking forward to. The view is more open too. I see the yard, the trees, the road and across the road into the distant. The view takes my thoughts on journeys into the distance as well.
A date to remember. May 1. That’s when my editor at Love Inspired Historicals is blogging and answering questions. May 1 at http://www.writersatplay.com/ Anyone interested in what Melissa likes as an editor, stop by. I know I’ll be popping in.
How about I tell you five secrets about myself Few people would know these. In fact, in most cases, consider yourself the first to hear these confessions.
- My earliest memory is of being in a car with my family. We pulled to a stop in a grassy area with some bushes around. My dad opened the trunk of the car. Inside was a huge square wash tub. We were going to pick Saskatoon berries. I don’t remember picking them but I do recall the excitement around me.
- I remember telling a big fib. Okay. I lied. Our house didn’t have running water and sewer but my grandparents’ in the city did. I didn’t know anything about the dos and don’ts of such luxuries so I threw the empty toilet paper roll in the toilet. It subsequently plugged but when my mother asked who had done it, I assured her it wasn’t me. Of course no one else confessed. I remember Mom’s disappointment that one of her children was obviously lying.
- I remember the number of our post office box way back when and no I’m not going to say when. It was Box 308. The floors of the building were oiled wood. Yes, it was that long ago. No, wait, I lived in the last place in North America to go modern. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.
- My favorite flower is not a rose. In fact, I’m not much impressed with roses. I much prefer daisies of any sort. They are brave, long lasting, friendly flowers. Not high-needs like a rose.
- My favorite food is grapes, which might not be a secret to anyone who has spent any time with me. If I’m ever confined to a hospital bed (heaven forbid), do not bring me chocolate. Bring me grapes. Oh yes, don’t bring roses, bring daises.
Anyone else care to share some deep dark secrets? Remember, confession is good for the soul. And also quite entertaining.
