As a writer, you often hear how the “What If” question can elevate your writing; how if you’re not asking and answering that question during your writing process, you’re not tapping into your full potential.
You wanna be really great?
Then have the courage
to fail big
and stick around.
Make them wonder
why you’re still smiling.
~Claire Colburn, Elizabethtown
For many years I’d kept a blog, unafraid to share my more personal moments with the general public. This was even before it was fashionable to have a blog, before digital cameras were a run-of-the-mill thing, and mobile phones most definitely did not fit in your pocket.
My mother introduced me to the world of twelfth scale miniatures when I was a young teen, having just discovered a love for it herself. She came home from a dollhouse fair one day with a panoply of tiny treasures, from tea cups to turkey platters, and I was instantly hooked.
We lived on the North shore of Montreal at the time, and hobby/craft stores were few and far between. So, the only way to get our fill—of inspiration or shopping—was by going to the annual MEM show in the spring.
Now that I’m living in England, I can technically visit a miniature fair every weekend if I wanted. And that’s exactly what I did last Friday: Vibrating with excitement, I took the train to London for the popular Kensington Dollshouse Festival.
Something happened this afternoon, just as I was arriving home from walking the dogs. It’s something sad, be warned. Since I’ve decided to open this blog, I have been toying with the features and getting to know WordPress a bit, and hadn’t actually got to writing. Then I thought, what better way to start my blog than with a true story that would also help you get to know a bit about the author…