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.