It stands to reason that if I do something 1000 times, I will get pretty good at it. And because I want to be a better artist, I have set a goal for myself, to draw at least 1000 faces in my sketchbook. I’m making real progress already, folks–I’ve been posting sketches on Twitter (@lindalaelmiller) for the past few days.
Of course my real love is and will always be writing stories. I mean, I can’t believe they pay me to do this!
My sister Pam arrived safely back in Scottsdale last night, and was happy to be home and see her kitties. Her husband was away for an important job interview–we’re all crossing our fingers, because this would bring them back to the NW.
I just proof read the beautiful printed newsletter that will be going out to everyone on the snail mail list. You might want to make sure you’re signed up, because it’s a wing-dinger and a dandy. There’s even a blurb written by my baby brother, Jerry “Bubbie” Lael. 🙂
Mom forgot her cane after her overnight visit–it will be delivered to her tomorrow–and every time I look at it, standing in a corner in the kitchen, I remember that scene in the original version of Miracle on 34th Street. At the end of the movie, a very small Natalie Wood makes the hero (John Payne?) and heroine (the incomparable Maureen O’Hara) stop the car because they’re passing the dream house, the one she asked Santa for. They stop. They all go into the house. And there is the cane, proof that Kris Kringle had indeed delivered on his promise.
It must be getting close to Christmas…..
