While brainstorming and plotting my newest novel idea, my friend, Nancy Lamb handed me a copy of The Art and Craft of Storytelling.
"Thank you so much. Mine is in storage," I said.
Her friend D, who had joined us in recalling historic events of the early 60's, said, "Isn't it strange how there's always some part of your life in storage?"
Patio furniture, the table I used to serve Sunday night dinners on at Mansfield, artwork, tableware and cookware clutter my storage unit, but what I miss most are my books.
An entire wall in Nancy's living room is cozied by books. More books walk you down the hall to her bedroom where more books line shelves.
Oh, how I miss my books.
What part of your life is in storage?
3 years ago