As promised, I have another bit from Too Many Shoes. Though this is a short one. I don't want to give the entire story away.
Then, one morning as Abigail tramped through the mall
with a stack of new shoes… at least fifteen pairs tall.
She noticed a box by the doors leading out.
It was big.
And she thought, “What could that be about?”
I just finished the writing portion of my very large project. I thought I had it nearly wrapped up a couple weeks ago but realized that I had forgotten a story about John the Baptist. When that was finished I decided I wanted to add a story, so here I am two weeks later and one week behind schedule with what I hope is a complete manuscript or 20.
Now comes the transition to illustration. I'm praying God supplies me with the inspiration and creativity to complete the many illustrations needed by (or before) the deadline. Perhaps I will post some sketches along the way.
Some of you might remember this from a while back. Anyway, here it is again, an excerpt from one of my favorite stories (of mine) Too Many Shoes.
When choosing which shoes would go best with her clothes
she could never be sure of the shoes that she chose.
With so many choices from which she could pick
the mountain of shoes made her stomach feel sick.
She would search through them all from the first to the last
till her heartbeat was beating two-times-two, too fast.
Then she’d pout, and she’d whine, and she’d whimper and bawl,
“Having no shoes I like… is like no shoes at all!“
I will post another bit of the story later.