Here’s a riddle that might have amused King Richard III: I have a room without a door, nor windows has it. All hung with silken curtains is this room, and within a lump of gold, which thieves break in and steal. What have I?
I’m turning into Linda Listmaker, trying to figure out what outfits I’ll wear with what hats this coming weekend at Magna cum Murder in Indianapolis. I have fairly often found myself a hundred miles on my way to someplace smacking myself on the forehead because I forgot sometime important. So now I make lists in advance of a trip. Things like do I have the books I want to give away and/or sell and/or show off on the panel on setting? Enough pairs of panty hose? My meds? The new bookmarks? Etc. Etc. So I’m making lists.
A fan wrote me such a nice note that I forwarded it to my agent and editor – I do that now and again; I call them “Day Brighteners." In this note my fan suggested I send Betsy to a textile museum. My agent leaped on this idea and asked me about it. I told her I’d thought about sending Betsy on a bus tour of England, visiting textile museums, but my editor doesn’t like Betsy leaving town, much less the country. But my agent loves the idea of a textile museum and suggested one - say the Victoria and Albert museum in London - could send an exhibit on tour, a la the King Tut exhibit that traveled the country recently. So I go hmmmmm . . .
Answer: An egg