Last Night at the Tire House

Last night, the wind was howling.  Those winter winds remind us just how un-winter-friendly and drafty this house is.

So last night we curled up with quilts and got to work at our desks.  Martin ordered a space heater for us to try out.  I can’t wait to hear that loud UPS truck barreling down the gravel road.

Later last night, Martin was designing a circuit board; I worked on the layout of a new journal. I think those were our ideal happy places.

I really want it to carve out a story.  All the pages were being piled here and there.

Last night, I used a red pen all over the layouts.  The old editing symbols my mom taught me sure came in handy.  Do you remember those?  Like “DS” or the fun little slash with a loop at the end?  Some pages had more red than black in the end.

I love watching that creative process develop, draft after draft.

Last night, I made the final changes… at least for this draft.  Then I thought about how thankful I was for each of you, and I hoped and hoped and hoped:  Please don’t let your house be as drafty!

Happy *warm* Thursday.