Super cool news to report! Many of you know that in addition to writing non-fiction books and magazines, I write novels in my free time (insert maniacal laugh here).  I started writing novels in (gulp) 1994.  Loooong time ago.  Since then I have written five novels, one chapter book, and a picture book.  I had several near misses with all of my projects but I never quite made it all the way.  Now, when I started this novel writing lark I promised myself that I would not give up, no matter what.  And that with each rejection I would strive to become a better writer.  To me rejection is protection, and every one I received meant I wasn’t ready for publication yet or that I hadn’t found the right agent or editor.  So years rolled by, rejections piled up, conferences were attended, amazing writer friends were made, boundaries were stretched, and skills were honed.  And then one day in April, I read a tweet from the most amazing John M. Cusick, agent-about-town and writer extraordinaire, saying he was looking for young adult historicals similar to Downton Abbey.  Now, I have to preface this in saying I nearly missed this tweet.  I had had a long day and it was midnight and I was scrolling through my timeline at a rapid clip.  But the tweet caught my eye, and I sat up.  My current novel is called A Mad, Wicked Folly, and it’s about a teen who becomes a suffragette, set in the Edwardian era, which is when Downton Abbey is set.  I had shopped MWF around for nearly three years, all getting nice comments back but lots of rejections namely because historicals were out, vampire, werewolf and dystopian stories were in.  So with trembling fingers I tweeted to John, could I send mine? He said yes and sent the agency link.

Here is how it went: I filled in the online form on Friday, John asked for a full Monday morning, and signed me Tuesday afternoon.  Three months later he sold my novel to Leila Sales at Viking/Penguin.  Viking. Home of Stephen King, John Steinbeck, Helen Fielding, Salman Rushdie, Laurie Halse Anderson.  Children’s books such as Pippi Longstocking, Llama Llama, and the Madeline books came from Viking.

It’s been an amazing journey and I’ve enjoyed every step of it.  And I’m so, so glad I did not give up.  I have a wonderful agent in John and an amazing editor in Leila (who is also a writer, score!).  A Mad, Wicked Folly will be out winter of 2014.  In the meantime I’ve joined a blog of other published writers of historical young adult/middle grade novels called Corsets, Cutlasses, and Candlesticks.  It launched today with an amazing giveaway of fabulous swag.  My offering includes a suffragette gift bag and an art gift bag.  Have a look!  http://t.co/zwN1cOxS

And here is a photo of me, circa 1994, writing my first novel.  On a word processor.

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When I lived in England I had a real passion for making handmade bath products.  When my niece Ashley came to stay with us, she got the bug as well and we set up a little home business selling our things at farmer’s markets.  We didn’t earn a ton of money but we made enough to Prague where much merriment ensued.

I recently wrote a step-by-step article on making bath fizzies/bombs in the May/June issue of Hobby Farm Home (www.hobbyfarms.com), but there are many more things to make.  Below are some tried and true recipes that Ashley and I perfected.  Fair warning: making your own bath products is highly addictive and really fun.  Plus your house will smell pretty nice.  Source guide for buying supplies follows.  Now go for it!

 

Bath Bombs

1 cup citric acid

3 cups sodium bicarbonate

Optional: 1 cups cornstarch (helps make the bombs float)

essential oil (as desired)

colorant (as desired but don’t use food coloring.  Use pigment for soap making)

Hint: Don’t have molds?  Plastic yogurt containers work really well.  Just remember to pack the container tightly.  You can also mold with your hands for a rustic look.

Combine ingredients, spray lightly with water until the mixture is damp enough to be molded in hands—you should be able to make a snowball.  Press mixture into molds or mold with hands.  Unmold and allow to set on paper towel.  Or allow to set in mold.

Optional: you can add ground flower petals, a tablespoon of dried milk, glitter, grated cocoa butter or shea butter.  Or try anything to see if it works!

Body Powder

¼ cup cornstarch

2 tablespoons sodium bicarbonate

1 tablespoon finely ground, dried flower petals (calendula, rose, lavender)

1-2 drops essential oil or scented oil

Combine and put in shaker jar.  You can also add grated cocoa butter for moisturizing.

English Lavender Bath

1 cup dried English lavender flowers

2 cups oatmeal

½ cup sodium bicarbonate

Place in airtight container.  Pour desired amount into bath.

Bath Salts

Dried flower petals

1 cups chunky sea salt

Essential Oil

Mix and use as is or grind mixture in food processor, blender, or coffee grinder until smooth.  Place in airtight container.  Pour desired amount into bath.

Fizzy Bath Kisses

¼ cup cocoa butter

¼ cup sodium bicarbonate

1/8 cup citric acid

3 tablespoons powdered oatmeal

A few drops of essential oil

Melt cocoa butter, add essential oil then add dry ingredients.  Stir and place in molds.  Put in freezer to set.  One per bath

Almond Lip Balm

½ teaspoon grated beeswax

1 teaspoon cocoa butter grated

1 teaspoon almond oil (or olive oil, walnut oil, grape seed oil)

Optional: flavour oil or honey or vanilla.  You can also melt in half a square of chocolate at the end of the cooking process (see below).

Melt in a heatproof container in the microwave in short bursts until melted (about two minutes) or over a pan of simmering water on the cooker.  Pour into container.

 

Sources for Finding Supplies

The Chemistry Store www.chemistrystore.com

Bramble Berry, Inc.  www.brambleberry.com

Majestic Mountain Sage www.thesage.com

 

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I planted these guys three years ago: Lady’s Mantle (from one tiny three inch potted plant) and Sweet Williams (from a seed packet).  They’ve spread into a massive patch and this is the second year I’ve been able to harvest flowers for the house.  Sweet peas are coming in slowly but steadily.  I wish I could send everyone a bouquet.

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A friend of mine, a fellow writer and horse/farm owner, recently asked me how I found time to write articles and books while taking care of a farm.  She was looking for ideas to help in her own work/farm/writing quandary and wondered if I had any tips for her.  I wasn’t sure what to tell her because I put myself in the same boat.  The fact that I can’t finish everything every day in the way that I want is always a source of frustration for me.  I know I’m joined in this by a lot of people.  My friend, Jennifer, another hobby farmer and photographer, and I admitted once that we looked forward to winter because there was a lot less for us to do.

Now I’m not complaining.  I want to say that right off the bat, because owning this beautiful piece of land near Lake Michigan is a dream come true.  Being able to stay home and write every day is another dream come true.   I love all of my animals, even my mischievous goats, and one day away from my farm is hard to bear.  But, there is a LOT to do when you own a farm and there is a LOT to do when you are a writer.  So much to do that it can become overwhelming.  There is no end.  I feel guilty for taking an hour away from writing or weeding or planting to sit on my porch and read or to watch something stupid on TV.  I long to jump on the train and go to Chicago to visit the art museum or to ride my bike to the lake and sit there for a few hours.  Every day is filled with another task to do, another goal to meet, another weed to pull, another craft to learn that I can write about, another source to interview, another scene to write.

On an average day I wake up anywhere from 6 am to 7 am, feed all the indoor critters and then pull on the wellies and head outside.  Chickens are first.  I let them out, fill the water drinkers, top up the feed hoppers, lug extra feed out to the coops and gather any early eggs.  Then it’s over to the big guys.  I feed the horses, feed and cuddle the barn cat, feed the goats, spray the horses with fly spray, walk them out to their pasture, return to the barn to muck stalls and fill water buckets.  I open the greenhouse and water the seedlings.  Then I head into the house about for coffee and breakfast.  Check emails, answer emails from my editors, take a sneaky look at Twitter, quickly scan the news on NPR online.  Send out a few emails to writer friends to check in with them and then settle down to work.  I write fiction for two hours each morning, six days a week, unless I have a pressing deadline.  My riding instructor told me years ago when I became a professional trainer to make sure to ride my own horse first, otherwise I’d be too tired to ride after I’ve ridden everyone else’s horses.  So I take that into my writing world too.  If I waited to write fiction after being shackled to my computer…well, it just wouldn’t happen.  This amount of time may not  seem like much, but the word count mounts up with even an hour a day.  I suppose that is the best advice I could give anyone who wants to write.  Just an hour a day, start there.

After my fiction session I switch to non-fiction and fact check articles, and then either write an article, do some research, conduct interviews or work on a non-fiction book project.  Then it’s lunch and then back to work or out to run errands.  About 4, I take the dogs for a walk in the woods near my house or go for a bike ride.  When I’m walking or riding I mull over plot problems or ideas for scenes.  When I come home I make notes or quickly sketch out the scenes I thought of on my walk.  I answer any emails and then change into barn clothes, feed the indoor critters, and then back out to feed the chickens, gather eggs, feed the big guys and then do any farm chores, such as water the gardens, weed, check my bees, harvest veg, ride the horses.  Then it’s back into the house to make dinner, have dinner, do the dishes, hang out with my husband and niece for a couple of hours and then to bed where I’ll read for an hour, think about my fiction again and make any notes on my iPad before I go to sleep.

The weekend is filled with farm chores, harvesting, cleaning, visiting farmers markets, more writing, hanging out with family/friends, and, yes, even some time out on the porch swing reading.

Those of you who follow my blog might remember there used to be a milk goat in that schedule.  As fun as it was, milking one goat took two hours out of my day.  The milking bit was fast; the preparation before and after and dealing with the milk took the longest.  So I dried my doe off in the winter and found that I didn’t really want to repeat the milking this summer, so I took a break.  And that’s fine.  In the not-so-distant past I would have forced myself to keep going, but sometimes the wise choice is to let some things go.  The goat didn’t mind, I didn’t mind, I have a freezer of goat cheese and goat milk, so it made sense to take a year off of the dairymaid work.  That’s another piece of advice: it’s okay to drop a project.  You don’t have to do something forever, just because you did it once.  That doesn’t make you a quitter.

Each day is a busy day indeed, and of course life prevails and I get sick or fed up, or someone in my family or a friend needs help, or someone is visiting from out of town or galleys come in for a book project that need to be addressed.  It’s important to stay flexible and to understand there are only so many hours in the day, and not everything is going to get done perfectly…or at all.  As long as everyone is healthy, fed and watered, the house and farm is relatively clean, and my work hasn’t gotten out of control, then I have to call that a successful day. Everything else is a bonus.

My best friend, editor and co-author, Moira Reeve, told me once that she gets what she can done each day, she cracks open a bottle of wine, surveys the damage, and pronounces the job…done?  That’s really all we can do.

So that’s my blog written.  Phew.  On to the next task!

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My little LaMancha goats were born one year ago today on my husband’s birthday.  Happy Birthday little guys!  They were so little then.  That’s Barley in the front and Clover in the back.

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My goats, Barley and Clover, are nearly a year now.  And they are really, really, really bad.  Bad like little boys are.  But like Dr. Evil says: I can’t stay mad at you.  Look at that punim.

Look at it indeed.  This picture was taken after I fed them. I was inside the tack room talking on the phone.  That’s Barley standing in the wheelbarrow peering in the window.  At one point he even had his nose pressed against the glass.

What I have learned about goats is that they are smart and that they are curious, which gives them a bad rep.  Goats will eat everything, is one thing people say.  But the truth is they don’t eat everything; they taste everything, usually things above their heads.  Most of which they destroy whilst they are tasting it.  If they don’t find it to their favor they will spit it out and show their displeasure by tap dancing all over it.  Every chef’s nightmare.

There is an evolutionary component to this sampling thing above their heads.  Goats evolved to browse lots of different vegetation above the ground instead of grazing on the same old grass like horses and sheep do.  So they haven’t developed a resistance to parasites.  There is no five-second rule to the goat.  If it lands on the dirt, it’s yick.  And if it smells weird and tastes weird they won’t eat it.  And nothing will convince them otherwise.  But I think this tasting of everything is also simply their natural curiosity, and nothing passes them by.  They will taste your hair, the buttons on your coat, the laces on your shoes, the barn rake handle, the barn, the barn cat.  Visitors are particularly tasty because they usually wearing something they haven’t tried yet, such as those dangly earrings.

The tack room is filled with things any foody goat would want to sample: hay, grain (horse and goat), treats, leather saddles and reins on bridles, barn rakes, barn cat.  If only…if only they could get inside.  Like an exclusive club that only allows the elite few, the tack room is the place to get into as far as my goats are concerned.  They have tried to hop over the Dutch door, jump from the manure cart over the door, and they have fiddled with the latch in many different ways.

They’ve already figured out the hay barn, which is a huge tent thing that zips closed.  Barley worked out how to grab the zip and pull it just enough to get his head under and slide in. The other goats follow behind.   The first time they did this I found them bleating happily, jumping up and down on the hay bales like the hay barn was some kind of bouncy castle.  To their credit they seemed to know they weren’t supposed to be in there.  When I unzipped the door two goats stopped what they were doing and slunk out.  Barley, of course, had his back turned and kept on frolicking, tra, la, la, until he heard me.  If goats could look surprised, he did.  Caught with his proverbial hoof in the cookie jar.  But once goats work out how to do something they never forget.  So I had to clamp the hay barn shut.

So let’s go back to that goat in the tack room window.  A few days after I took that photo they breached security.  About noon I saw empty feed bags tumbleweeding across the pasture—feed bags that had been folded up INSIDE the tack room, so I knew the door was open.  Now, it’s not good for an animal to get into grain bins and overeat.  This causes bloat in goats and laminitis and colic in horses. I hightailed it down to the barn expecting to find sick animals all around.  I have to apologize for not taking a photo of the tack room for you but I didn’t have my camera with me.  I wish you could have seen the damage.  It looked like we had been robbed.  Feed sacks everywhere, hay bales exploded open, chairs overturned, saddles dumped on the ground.  Muddy cloven hoof prints everywhere.  The goats had danced all over everything.  Thankfully they hadn’t eaten any of the grain, but from the looks of things, they had tried to eat the barn cat.  I found poor Holden hiding in the manure shed and his little cubicle bed lying forsaken in a puddle of muddy water in the middle of the paddock.   Who knows what wild ride he had been on.

The cause of the breach?  The tack room door was wide open so I’m thinking this was a human error.  Perhaps it wasn’t latched all the way and the goats were able to slide it open somehow.  But we have all vowed to be extra vigilant from now on.

The goats had the manners to look chagrined.  But even if they didn’t, really, who could stay mad at them.  I mean, look at that punim.

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My latest magabook, Popular Farming Series: Guide to Chicken Breeds is out!  It has 90 plus profiles and color illustrations as well as articles on feathers, anatomy, and breed history. Read all about it here:http://www.hobbyfarms.com/popular-farming-series/chicken-breeds.aspx

I think my favorite breed in the book is the Long Crower.  The Long Crower is a very rare bird and it does what it’s name suggests: crows for a long, long time.  Up to 25 seconds.  Not a bird to have in your coop if neighbors are nearby. Check out the YouTube video:

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