|Dark and Stormy night by Matt Duncan|
|Moomin by Tove Jensen|
Now Second Cecilia could happen.
I would go and marry anybody and have a lovely child and live in the old stationmaster's house in a country town, and lay low till life was done.
Maybe this robbery will turn out to be the best thing that has ever happened to me.
For the rest of the world this robbery is another burning of the library of Alexandria.
All that unrepeatable Cecilia-gathered wisdom lost, and I've used up all the years that I could go and get it again.
Its the world's loss, not mine.
|Couldn't be sadder, but still able to organise a photo op - I'm so interested in my life.|
| My pink pyjamas, Irish passport, Japanese eyeliner, |
pretty tea towel, Permacutlure pamphlets
How and why did I let this happen?A very interesting question.
How shall I live from now?Even more interesting.
I will let you know.
The most important piece of information I did not realise for almost six hours.
In my brothers house is an old, aqua laptop, with bits of plastic falling off it.
I was going to put it in the bin after getting my lovely Apple Mac 18 months ago, and backing everything up, twice.
But I just couldn't get rid of a pile of junk that had once been so precious.
It turns out I had not lost my life's work, just 18 months worth. And there ARE photos of this lost period on Facebook and my blog.
CS Lewis said that in our heavenly bookselves, we will only find the books we loved enough to share with others.
I wish I had shared more.
And I suspect that from now, I will.
I will make e-books, and find an audience.
I will give my lovely presentations to whoever wants to hear them, and let them get better and better each time.
And I will be calling for help, loudly and awkwardly, but on purpose this time.
Trying to do things by myself is why I got into this strife.
|Clever and beautiful: Rainbow Valley Farm photos, lost then found, |
are now going straight to my first e-book.
What title shall I give it?
They aren't my stories, they are just in my care.
I want them out of my care and into the world, doing the work they are meant to do.