A few boxes of books and a dozen tees.
Good morning from grey and snowy, icy Vermont. Is it possible to be sated with goodness? Sated seems to have some negative connotations, so maybe complete would be better–complete with goodness. That’s how I feel during this Christmas season. Between the extra hugs and gifts and expressions of love, I am full up with satisfaction. What better way to start the new year? I hope you find yourselves in the same frame of mind.
I wonder if in 2020 we’ll all have hindsight? To know better before we act or speak or do something that’s irreparable. Will we all be blessed with more wisdom? I remember other big years–the Orwellian 1984 and Y2K’s 2000. They both started with fear. I insist that 2020 start with hope, #hopein2020! (That’s the very first time I’ve used a hashtag.)
The Vermont Craft Store at the mall is empty now. Tim packed up our little space and brought back a few small boxes of books and a dozen tees. We still have to figure out if our venture was profitable, but it was certainly successful in getting our wares out into a larger market. Sales were great. I think our booth did well enough to earn a place next year, and I’m grateful to my friend Amy for nominating us in the first place.
Now I turn my attention to increasing my marketing efforts online, finding a local store to sell my books (and Serena’s work), and writing my fifth book. On the latter, my storyline is unfolding, and I can’t wait for some time to get it down on paper (or in this case, Microsoft Word). I won’t have to do as much research for With Regards, Stella Ramone, and that frees up my imagination. Oh, Stella. She’ll have some quirks about her. Her ex’s name is Ray.
So here’s to a new year, with all its highlights and complications. Uncertain as we are about our families, country, and world, we must hold on, be brave, and stand up for justice. Check back next week for another segment of Finding Home.