Today I took a little drive up to Murrayville to see my friend, Melanie who sells Miche bags. So cool, those bags are interchangeable...you lift out the lining with all the stuff and put it into another color bag to match your new red suit. Melanie wouldn't cooperate by selling me one of them already stocked with credit cards and lipstick though. I'm thinking my computer might fit into one of the large size ones. But if not, maybe I can get some manuscripts in one? Manuscripts are kind of like your children--you have to know where they are at all times.
She also agreed to be added to my BookEnds Crit Group, so I'm going to be sending her a couple of scenes from Chattahoochee Dead so she can let me know where I'm screwing up. A couple of other nice women, Michelle and Judy have sent me some of their thoughts already.
I'm leaving town for a while, to go see cousins. I have 168 cousins last time I counted them. I'm sure I'll need to make a recount soon, and I only count four generations because my mind can't really get around all those other folks I never met who have gone on before. Anyway, I'm taking the computer so I can write inbetween visiting. Besides I really hate to miss anything.
One of the reasons my main character in my Maria Sebastian series has so many cousin issues is because of my family.
None of the circumstances are true or are actual people, but the interaction I've observed is described pretty accurately. So I've mixed these up with real estate situations, agents and client possibilities to get people who could walk the earth, even though they hadn't been invented yet. Characters are kind of like dreams--they get put together in random access but to be possible they have to have a little backstory for why they turned out to be the way they are.
#338 in Life's Little Instruction Book: Live your life so that your epitaph could read, "No regrets."
Melody
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