53 Scadoo

The first draft of the new book (second in series starting with Such Beautiful Deadly Things) is being edited, and except for writing a few short stories for Vocal Media, I have been a slouch in the writing department. 

It feels like whatever quadrant of my brain is the writing part has hung up a "Gone Fishin'" sign.

I know it's probably just resting after finishing the first draft and soon my fingers will itch again to tap away at the keyboard. 

But for now - and as a gift to myself for my 53'rd birthday I just clocked - I'm going to let my writing brain rest and simply have fun looking at the weird stuff at the Thrift Store.

And, of course, share them with you.

Like this nun. I don't think she got the memo of appropriate nun make up and nail polish.

And this is a fancy, and grumpy looking, chicken.

I might be grumpy too if my legs were just empty fabric tubes.

This very fancy (although incorrectly labeled) wall clock.

It's always good to have a saving account.

I've been looking for one of these.

I definitely have not been sweating enough lately.

This rocking horse would have scared the begeebus out of me when I was a kid.

I know it will soon be time to get back on the horse (but not this terrifying one) and start working on the next book, or writing some more short stories for Vocal, but for just a little while I'm going to let my 53-year old noggin rest.

But just for a moment.