Everyday Magic


Hello sweet people! Summer continues to wind and slink her way through Seattle. She's an exceptionally dry and scaly creature this year, but still friendly and fun to handle. This past month I've been busily drafting my new project (spaceships! music! lizards!) and spending loads of time outside with my family. I also attended the PNWA Writing Conference and met many new folks who I'm excited to learn more about in the future. All in all, I can't complain. It's been a good month and I'm grateful. I haven't been querying as ferociously as I should be for Rain Must Fall, but I confess that I needed a break from that endeavor. It can wear a girl down, to be sure, even though I've only begun to scratch the surface of the process.


When I'm not busy at my desk, or with my kids, I sometimes wander around Seattle on my own, looking for bits of beauty to share here or on social media, or to collect for future inspirations. I don't know much about photography, but sometimes I feel like I'm on a treasure hunt and it's great fun to share those treasures with you.


"Dragon Eggs" as one of my (very clever) former students dubbed them. Must be a great green forest dweller.


Could be a dragon den.



A smaller variety of egg. The miniature sand serpent:



Back safely in its nest.



A darling fairy home that some children left on the beach.



Complete with a scrumptious fairy feast. (Don't worry, I didn't touch the fairy food!)



A declaration of love that someone left on the base of a steel tower:


Looking up at the tower:


Around the corner:


Small golden gift:


Back home again for storytelling.


Thanks so much for stopping by. I'm curious if you have favorite everyday treasures too. I bet you do. Much love and thanks.

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