I’ve had people ask me before if I had a foot fetish, which I don’t, but I can understand the question because in one series I did (The Truth books) bare feet were extremely provocative, as if seeing someone entirely naked, and Rachel is always looking at people’s feet, actually forming opinions on what she sees. One of my favorite photos in my family album is of the front door and about 20 pairs of shoes. Most of them belonged to boys who didn’t call our house home, and it is a reminder to me of a different time in my life. So when I snapped the picture below, I couldn’t resist sharing. Shoes are great, but footprints are even better. Especially when they are outside and not made of mud.
I’m in the home stretch of this latest rough draft. If I haul butt, I can have it done before the end of July. Yahhhhoooo!