Yesterday, after Lorna got off work, we went to Weaverville to have dinner and run an errand or two. Next to our fave pizza place is an antique store which I love to browse in.
Up on the wall was a colored sketch of an old ’50s truck. It was simple, plain, yet very well done.
The truck was almost exactly like the one in the Butch Girls book with Harri, the mechanic. It has a flatbed and it looks as if an old tree has died and fallen over onto the bed of the truck. The truck in Harri’s book is a ’52 Chevy Stovebolt and has a, get this, smashed tailgate from when a tree had fallen onto it.
Coincidence?
I stood and stared at the sketch for a long time. In my head, I was re-working Harri’s book to fit the sketch.
The owner of the shop was thrilled I was interested in a $95 “painting”. I told her why I was interested and she found another set of sketches where one of them is the little scene with the truck. Too small.
At any rate, my brain has been working overtime on Harri’s book. So have my hands. The word count is low, but I feel they are damn good words.
The first book was based on a playful song Lorna and I made up. This book is going to be based on that painting.
That’s so cool. I love little moments of synchronicity like that. I’m glad you’re feeling inspired again.