names from the Past.

well, darlings

we have been Very remiss this week at updating our digital-diary (this one, we don’t keep another one – not digitally, anyway).

and as we drove home from consulting this morning over There *pointsvaguelytowardsthevalley* we came back via Coldwater Canyon (because the lovely people at the Library said they had More Books Waiting for us) and had the oddest Sensation.

it was as if we were suddenly thrown forward (metaphorically, not Literally, thank goodness, as we were in the process of operating an automobile) in TIME (yes, it was s t r a n g e and m y s t e r i o u s – but that sort of thing happens now and Then).

the moment only lasted, well, a Moment.

but it was profound.

we just had this overwhelming sense of peace.

not sure how far forward we had gone (and there wasn’t time to check the Outfit to see if we were indeed Of The Future in garment choices).

the general feeling was one of “everything is perfectly as it should be”.

now we *might* have been reading too-many-books recently (and many of those are of a Science Fiction Nature due to the current commission about technology/digital which required Research into What People Thought The Future Would Be Like) and watching movies of a similar nature (for exactly the same reason – Such fun).

or maybe that’s what happens in L.A

it does appear to exist on a few fault lines *saidnervouslytocamera* (with reason, as it happens – editing this from the Future) so it’s likely to be a different sort of place to live than one that is built on bedrock (does that come with a comforter and bolster pillows or just european square ones?)

we’ve been Back in Los Angeles for 239 days now.

isn’t that astonishing?

do you remember the Day we Returned? If not – here’s the link (we did the search query for you).

such a lot has happened in 239 days. and nights.

a lot of sunrises.



many naps.

a vast amount of Reading. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA




a tremendous amount of dreaming. 

and wistful thought. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

some re-shoots for the Book as it slips (elegantly) into Final Layout Stage

we HAVE enjoyed this process working with our Publisher in Manhattan (such a delicious phrase) on the Manuscript (although it wasn’t written by hand – at least not the majority of it – but typed on a Macintosh-to-go) and captioning and selecting new pictures and enjoying the Designer (for there are Two – cover design and interior design – or do we mean internal design – gosh, that doesn’t sound right – you know – the pages in the middle of the book) and Proofing and seeing the galley *innersqueal*.

perhaps tomorrow – or the day after (when we’ve delivered the First Draft of a New Commission to our Editors in Mexico City) – we’ll show you a couple of pages.

it’s all terribly exciting.

b8d5cc581bb011e3b5fc22000ab5a7de_7before we go there is just One thing that we’d like to tell you.

although we are hesitant to do so.

without going into a long story (because we don’t know much of the story at all) – – – – this week we found out the names of our great-grandmother and great-great-grandmother.

and it sort of shook us.

you see we don’t know very much about the lineage of who-we-are-in-RL – secrets, early deaths, the War, emigration/immigration, silence, pain – – these are the elements that make families become just a collection of individuals thrown to the Four Winds, struggling (sometimes) to make it out there or relieved to have nothing to hold them to ancient traditions that might stifle one’s own Path…….


sarah jane summerson & elizabeth bourcier


of. real. people.

whose foibles and speech patterns and freckles-on-the-nose and long lashes and a tendency to get plump if one doesn’t exercise and a love of music (did they both play the piano? sing?) and Reading and walks on rainy days without taking-an-umbrella we may well have Inherited.

or not.

one thing we do know.

they never Published.

we wish they had.