By the title of this post you might think I’m going to talk about how I spent my time in the big house, the pokie, the . . . ummm, whatever else people call prison. Yeah, but I’m not because I got nothing for you on that score. But what I can talk about, at great length is what it’s like to work in a museum.

When I’m not churning out tales of erotic romance I am an educator at a history museum, which has got to be one of the coolest jobs ever! The museum contains artifacts that date back to the Bronze Age (3000 BCE) and all the way up to the early 20th Century. This makes for a huge mish-mash of knowledge and fun facts I have stored up in my brain. I can’t always access those facts, but they’re there all the same. I swear! Or as the older people say around here, “I swanee!”

Anyway, Our newest artifact on display is the 18th Century Samurai armor (pictured left). This is ten kinds of cool and what’s even cooler? I got to touch it!!!! One of the curators offered me a glove so I could actually handle this amazing piece of history. What girl would turn that down? Yeah, nobody I know. So I touched. *g* Now I’ve got ideas for a book churning in my head. What else would a writer who works in a museum do, but come up with stories to go along with this stuff? That’s the beauty of working here. I never feel as if I’m “wasting” time when I could be writing since my mind is going constantly.

I am someone who can truly say that I love my job!