And I’ve got some corn for popping.
The snow is still coming down, obviously. A coyote just passed the fence–there he went again! (We interrupt this blog to make a flying trip downstairs and make sure all the dogs are inside.) I’m back–all dogs and cats present and accounted for. The fence is 8 feet high, and built at the top of a fairly steep hillside, but Brother Coyote must never be underestimated. He’s a crafty devil. I love all animals, but I have the rancher’s aversion to wolves and coyotes.
According to the news reports, the snow will keep on coming at least until Saturday. It’s beautiful stuff, and I’m fortunate not to have to commute, so I’m just enjoying it. I will get cabin fever, however, if I can’t get out at least every couple of days. Favorite haunts are Wal-Mart, the casino, and Michael’s. (I’m just a wild woman.)
The resin experiments continue. I read somewhere that if you look at an undertaking as an experiment, instead of making it life-or-death, you’re more likely to get into the zone and succeed at what you’re doing. Mostly, I’ve just made a lot of messes, but I keep recalling what this one woman said on one of my craft shows. “I learned to do this right by doing it WRONG a million times.” I’ve got about 999,999 tries ahead of me.
Back to work on the new book. I’m already in love with Logan Creed.