I recently received a hefty little packet from Tonia, my awesome editor at NorthLight books. It was one of the preliminary "versions" of my book, ready for me to edit a bit and fine tune, if necessary. Very little was needed as she/they did a great job with the mess I gave them a few months ago. I've been having so much fun learning the ropes of writing a how-to book. I'm amazed at all that goes into it and will forever be grateful for the whole experience.
A book, you ask? Why, yes. Yes indeed. To be titled..."Semiprecious Salvage" (due out Feb. '08) It's a book featuring my jewelry and some tricks and secrets for making some yourself, if you are so inclined. Found objects, reclaimed bit and pieces, flotsam and unearthed treasures...all bundled up in a story of an explorer and her expedition party. It's great fun...at least I think so. :) Here is a little glimpse of one of the stories:
So many days away from home and each one presents a different perspective on the idea of living in transition. I find myself feeling as comfortable in my traveling home as I do in my conventional home - with walls and floors and a garden - all waiting for my return. The foolishness of youth had me convinced that one must live and work at building an estate for one's posterity. That it is most noble to root oneself in the acquisition of such is not as much my opinion any more. The zeal I have for this work nurtures a certain spirit of acceptance for the rugged life and I have found a sweet contentment in rooting myself in transition.
I have determined that for me to be rooted in a home, whether of the mind or of the body, I must be willing to bend to the will of the elements and the taunting of time - always waiting and working with no guarantee of reward. My true home is where I am rooted with passion and a youthful appetite to learn all that I can from those here who know this land and all it's secrets."
For you, Kelly. :)
My summer days are going by way too fast. I've dedicated the past few evenings to going out just before dark and throwing myself onto the trampoline to lie on my back and take in the tom foolery of the girls (last night their mission was to climb to the top of the pump house roof...without a ladder) and soak in the scenery as the light changes. Things look a little different when view from a horizontal position. Better yet, to look behind and see the lights tangled in the silver lace vine...upside down. It's scintillating to be in the light as it changes to dark. I sometimes glance around wondering what little creature is hiding in the sumac thicket, unaware of my presence and waiting, just waiting, for the light to be dim enough for a safe romp through my garden. The fattening moon is hung low and I think if I squint just right and stretch my toes just far enough, I might be able to pop it leaving it to sprinkle me with a thousand little dropplets of laughter. Mmmm....while eating these.....