This week, an errand took me across town. And since I was across town, I decided to visit The Museum of Russian Art. It was a great way to get out of the house, offline, and into the world. The visit was the perfect antidote for a week of fire-hose news blasts.
The crowds were light enough that you could take your time at each work of art, but there were enough people that it felt companionable.
Plus, if you’ve never seen a display of 1,000 nesting dolls, I highly recommend it (my iPhone 8 doesn’t do any of the art justice). In writing, I’m heading into the last part of book 2 (The Marigold Miracle). I won’t be officially done when I reach the end because I have a second plotline that I need to weave into the story. Parts are there, but it needs to be more robust. Still, getting (closer) to the end is pretty exciting.
Writing Wrongs 
Oh, this looks interesting! What a great way to refresh your mind and heart! (And didn’t one of your stories once feature matrushka dolls? Or maybe I’m misremembering…)
So glad to hear about your progress! Maybe story-telling is your secret weapon to navigating all the political tsunamis?
For a moment, I couldn’t remember if I had written a story about matrushka dolls or not. Because … maybe? But I think you’re remembering my first novel (unpublished, obviously) about a missing Faberge egg.
Well, a nesting doll is kind of like a Faberge egg, right? Or maybe not. They are both Russian, though…