Well, I got to messing with my crafting–burned fingers are healed, for those concerned–and got to the blog page late.

The nonfiction book about Buck is on hold, but I’ll keep you posted on that. Meanwhile, this just in–I’ll be rewriting an older book, “Willow”, over the course of the coming year. It’s a dandy western, and I’ve always wanted to make it longer and stronger–go into more depth with all the primary and secondary characters. When I sold that book, there was a paper shortage on, and the publisher wanted things kept short. “Willow” will have a new title

You have to be smarter than the hot glue. Alas, here I sit with two burned fingers, so this blog will probably be short. I have to keep dunking my hand in the bowl of cold water at my side. Undaunted, I WILL craft again.

And of course I will write, because that’s my job. I have a new appreciation for my fingers–they are really quite useful, all things considered.

Fortunately, it wasn’t my slot-machine hand.

Sadie is recovering beautifully from her surgery–hardly any limp at all and, thanks to her new dog diet–she’s lost about 5 pounds–she’s as spry