Knitting a Book…One Stitch at a Time

At various appearances, book clubs, conventions, I’ve talked a little about how knitting socks connects to writing a story…and it does, although I didn’t start out writing stories as a kid with any such awareness.  But what I’ve said before has new and deeper relevance in my struggles with both writing and knitting after the Read More…

76 Trombones

Yes, it’s my birthday again.  And it’s a gorgeous sunny deep-blue-skied morning here in the upper left chamber of the heart of Texas.   A little earlier the yard was full of at least 76 birds (a big flock of cedar waxwings overlapping a flock of robins, and if there wasn’t a band with 76 trombones Read More…

The Lion of March Arrives

Actually it arrived in the dark, well before dawn, with the characteristic roar of a good-sized norther coming in fast.  We’d had several warm, dampish days with fog and little wind but then….whoosh!…and of course it woke me up.  I was still warm (too warm) in bed but that didn’t last long.   There’s no freeze Read More…

NewBook, Sausage Balls, and the Real World

NewBook has lost 10K words as I’ve read my way carefully through it, distracted far too often by phone-spam, weather, and of course politics. Most of the 10K were inline with recommendations from early readers, and leave room for tightening the plot.   However, one of the other annoying aftermaths of the concussion is that when Read More…

Goat TV, Horse Entertainment

It was warmer this afternoon and the horses whinnied eagerly when I came into the barn to mix up their supper, voicing their usual complaint that I am the slowest supper-preparing human on the planet, and my hideously slow prep means they could starve to death, falling in a heap of bones, if I don’t Read More…

That Hated Supplement…

Remember awhile back when Tigger was not…NOT…NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS…going to eat anything tainted by one single grain of his new very expensive supplement?  Remember that I used a carrot chopped into molasses and mixed with water and the supplement and then stirred into his feed and he still tossed his head, swished his Read More…

Snow Ponies

Sunday, January 10, we had 3-4 inches of snow.  At times it was fairly heavy.  Ragtime and Tigger decided that snow wasn’t worth standing in the barn for, though they had come in for breakfast when it was still a mix of cold rain and sleet. But snow?  The boys thought that being snow ponies Read More…

Interesting Times

This is a political post.  If you don’t like political posts on a blog set up as a writer’s space, then skip this one and find something more to your taste. It’s January 12 as I write this.  In ordinary times I’d be a week further along in the revisions and at least halfway done Read More…