Reuben has come home from New York. Catherine and Elmer have returned from Austin. And none of them found a home in those places. They aren’t actually relatives of mine, but they might as well be. They are characters in two of my novels. They have been a part of my life and my thoughts for so long I almost forget they aren’t real people.

It is always disappointing to get a “No thank you” letter from an editor or an agent. (Sometimes referred to more crudely as a rejection.) And it is sometimes tempting to stick both manuscripts in a drawer and try to be a normal person who doesn’t have alternate realities living in her head. I was thinking of that this week and suddenly remembered the parable of the man who owned a fig tree. The tree had failed to produce fruit for three years, and the owner got fed up and said, “Just cut the thing down!”

But, one of the workers had another idea. He said ,”leave it alone for one more year, and I’ll dig around it and fertilize it. If it bears fruit next year, fine! If not, then cut it down.’ “Luke 13:8-9

So, I’ve decided to dig around these two plots a little more. I’ll fertilize and water and tweak. Then I’ll push “Send” another time or two — or three — or fifty and see if anything bears fruit.

I wonder if Catherine would enjoy California?