One thing I really enjoyed while writing the "Lily" books was how I was able to go down memory lane and write about my childhood. I missed writing about a lot of things here on my blog and I was able to write about them now without jumping out of the chronological order I had tried to maintain here.
Since book two, A New Home for Lily, has released I have talked to a lot of people and received emails from others how one chapter especially touched them where I had written about getting a real doll. (And yes, it really happened the way I wrote it.)
The little girl in me never really got over that desire for a real doll even though I grew out of dolls. I was reminded of that this morning when I saw Sunbeam's bed and her collection of dolls. I think all this time when I bought new dolls for the girl's birthdays and Christmas I was unconsciously going back to my own childhood desires.