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Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Let's Do Some Catching Up With Nancy!

It's been a while since I set these pictures aside to share with you. I've been very busy with writing and renovation projects here on the farm. So busy, I never got a chance to post anything but writing stuff since way back in October. Yeah, it's been a while! Let's see if we can get past the holidays and into the New Year.

Christmas was a busy time, but my kids—who are all adults mind you—begged me to bake gingerbread cookies. It's the only food they asked for specifically, so how could I say no? I made several batches, enough for them to share. I can't have the sugar anymore, so I had to give them all away. Don't they look nice? 


While my back wasn't happy, I didn't really mind doing them because I work in shifts. I made the dough one day and baked it a couple days later. The frosting part takes forever though. While I am not really skilled at it, and I use the tubed stuff, I am fussy and detail-oriented. The little trees and wreaths on the houses are decorated. The snowmen have carrot noses and coal eyes and buttons. I added those things one sprinkle at a time by dipping a toothpick in a bit of matching frosting and sticking them in place. I find a toothpaste tube squeezer makes getting that frosting out far, far easier. It takes a lot of pressure and a fairly steady hand to do something even this simple! 


At least three days worth of work went into frosting these in between wrapping gifts and writing. An old office chair with an orthopedic cushion in the seat, rolled up to the kitchen table, made a world of difference in my comfort.


That is what you call a labor of love. Or insanity, if you are the one doing it. I was able to send some of these gingerbread masterpieces of mine down to Roger too. I'm sure that didn't hurt his feelings any...



This is a cheeseburger pie, requested by my oldest son Jason, whose birthday is December 23rd. We had pizza too, but he really wanted this. I made a similar one for New Year's Eve 2011, and he really liked it. Unfortunately, I never wrote down the recipe! They didn't care for the traditional pork toutiere, but this one got raves. So I had to recreate it from scratch. This time I wrote everything down.




It is filled with ground beef cooked with onions and some quick oats to take up the juices. I mixed in shredded sharp cheddar cheese. He tells me it was the best thing he ate that night. That's a compliment when you are also having 4 kinds of takeout pizza! 

We exchanged holiday gifts that evening too, since with so much family to see on DDIL's side, it made things easier. That part of the holiday was spent at their house, as with the renovations here, I don't have room for a tree. We had Ma and Jason here on the farm for a while on the 24th, as well as an elderly neighbor, and the whole gang showed up over here for a late Yuletime dinner. It was great fun!

I got the best gift of all this year—I found out I have a new grandchild on the way!  


Fall and winter is the time of year when I do the most cooking. This was a yummy winter chowder with potatoes, broccoli, bacon, and cheddar cheese. SOOOO good! 



We're eating more soup this year, both canned and homemade, and I have been making regular usage of my thrifted soup mugs. Being a writer who works from home, I eat often at my desk, and a plain sandwich with a mug of soup sure makes lunchtime far more interesting. The soup above only needed a buttered roll, it was filling. 


Excuse my messy house, we have several rooms under renovation so we're kind of packed into the ell. At one end is the dining room which is also my office. You can see my computer in the background. That's where the writing magic happens. 



Those exposed beams were begging for some interest, and so when I got a box of throw away baskets from a rummage sale this fall (they were going to the dump!) I cleaned them up, added a few of my own, and started finding spots for them. A few have come from thrift stores since then. The icicle lights look wonderful up there, so we still have them in place, and they cast just enough light to sit here at my PC and work. I plug them in every evening. The baskets aren't touching them, the lights are on the other side. 

A lot of the trim is still down where new windows were put in. This place is a work in progress. 


This is my only little holiday tree, and my small decoration spot, this year at one end of the kitchen table. This was taken right before New Year's Eve. The plant stand you can see in the previous picture would be on the right here.



The tree was a holiday markdown last year, and it came pre-lit. I decorated it with marked down ornaments. The bubble nightlight, the rooster mold, picture, most of the stuff on the table, the tin and even that chair you can see the top of were all thrifted. The table, clock, and wreath were left in the house. Roger gave me the eight resin reindeer. Yeah, no window trim here either, but we want to get some barnboard up there eventually. 


Here's where a lot of our time and money went this winter, we had to get two new furnaces. The house had a combination wood and oil furnace right under the kitchen ell, but it was on its last legs and was far from efficient. We bought this woodburner below and put that into the lined chimney right where the old oil waterheater used to be. It has a blower and ties into the existing ductwork. Works very well, though it is slow to start and get the heat going. 



The oil furnace below was professionally installed, and it is a good one, very efficient, and keeps the house toasty warm. Far more comfortable in here this winter and we have gone through 2/3 less oil too. This one is in the same place as the original combination burner used to be, and uses the kitchen chimney. By code you can no longer have both oil and wood in the same flue.



The two furnaces set us back around $6000, but were a total necessity. The cellar here is messy looking but clean enough to be safe. Someone had let coal in rotten bags sit on the floor for decades and it took forever to get that out. That little garbage can is for ashes from the woodburner, it was on its way out the door when I snapped this. Never put ashes in anything combustible even if you think the are cold. They always have some little tiny hot coal in there and that's enough to cause a fire. The firewood behind the furnace here is fine, that unit only has internal heat, the jacket is cool to the touch. It's a weird angle, and things are a lot farther off than they seem. This is right below the edge of kitchen and dining room in the ell.




Now on to some of my crafting purchases before the holidays. 



I am making a crocheted baby blanket for a family friend who just had a little boy. Isn't that luscious yarn? The blanket is nearing completion, so later on I got some white to edge it. I hope to have it done before the little tyke gets to college. LOL! Then I need to make one for my own grandbaby...

The punches were 75% off because Halloween had long since passed. The cording I needed for another project I never seem to get to. 



Had to show you that yarn again. It is gorgeous! But it sure doesn't go very far. I worked on this a lot while watching old programs on HULU. I still don't have cable TV here. *POUT*



Yep I made more of the double thick hot pads for the holidays, these were in cotton yarn from my stash. They sure came in handy! These are the fronts...



And these are the backs. 


With the 17" long casserole dish I have I used two of these beneath it and that worked fine. They are washable. Cotton yarn is best for kitchen stuff, because if for some reason you get it too close to a flame, it will only scorch and burn normally. Acrylics and blends melt because they have plastic in them, and they can weld themselves to your stove or your skin. Plus they give off a terrible stench. NOT good! 



I went thrifting!!!! And I got two really interesting baskets. I have so many now, I only want the special ones. 



You can see these in the holiday lights display above. To hang things on those beams, which are 242 year old chestnut and very hard, we've had to start holes with a drill or awl, and then work like demons with pliers to screw in cup hooks. That wood is very solid! 


Same trip I got these little goodies. They were marked down because it was well after Halloween. 



The little ghost is so cute I could not bear to put him away, so he is living on the lower rail shelf in my dining room. I am a sucker for those silicone mold and pans and I loved Jack O'Lantern pumpkins, so they found room in my cupboards. The squish up nicely and easily spring back to shape, so they make great padding between glass and ceramic baking dishes. 



I have no idea what I am going to do with these, but could not resist them. It was only $1.99 for all.


They are a nesting set of stainless steel lunch containers. I will find some use for them, maybe holding birthday candles and stuff like that. You know me and tins of any kind...


Two more of my thrifting treasures. I don't buy many books anymore but I have been dying to read a Dresden Files story and I did start this one. Man, is it a hoot! LOVE IT!!!!! Just wish I had more time to read, and better eyesight too. Writing is about all my eyes can take most days. 



You saw the little bubble candle earlier. It works fine and brings back memories of my dad, who was always a gadget guy. We had bubble lights like this back in the 60s. They were better in candelabras where they can stay upright, than on the tree, where their weight made them droop and they refused to bubble.


I will buy books I like for my grandson though. I keep some here at the farm for those rare times when he might not have a handheld game with him and the weather is not good for fishing or whatever activity he might be into at the moment. 



Curious George and Ferdinand are classics anyway. Brings back the days when Captain Kangaroo read them on his morning program. You can't imagine how important it is to read to children and encourage them to read to you. My lifelong love of books was sparked by the ones the Captain read. I might not have become a writer had I not been such an avid reader. You better believe that I read to my kids too, and I've watched them reading to Ben. 


OK, so I did buy some books in that trip. It was a good day for them!



Cookbooks are a passion of mine, but I am selective about what I buy. These were all small but filled with things I would actually make—and yes I have a KitchenAid mixer with several attachments. And really... sugar free Jello recipes with two pre-diabetic people in the household, you know I wasn't going to pass that up! The crochet book was a find, the afghans in there are adorable. If I only had more time to cook and crochet! 



A different thrifting trip, this one right after the holidays. I keep all my $1 bills at the end of shopping and put them away for mad money. They are what I take to the thrift stores or flea markets and yard sales. Everyone is always happy to get ones. 



I am using the wooden spoons, and have the copper mold up in the kitchen, now that I've changed calendar locations. The silicone kisses mold went into the cupboards with the others. I am going to have to make some filled kisses with that, with something sugar free. Hmmmm, Valentine's Day is this week....


Some of my happier finds. I still have to find a good place for the stained glass star, but I love that. I grabbed the little hanger for it too. 



The tin is being used for storage. I have a thing for tins with interesting pictures, and I love birds. Dry and mouseproof storage in this old farmhouse is a must. I just now opened the little box that was sealed in plastic, and has been living on my PC since it came home. It is filled with little squares of notepaper with that print on one side and tied with a small apple green satin ribbon in a bow. I was originally going to give it away, but then fell in love with the box. Yeah, I'm a cheap date! 




Well let's shift gears now and talk about the weather...

It's been a odd winter, we've had howling wind, some snow now and then, and long periods of bare ground. The grass stayed green until late in the year. Some nights it's so quiet out here, you can hear the trains in the distance.


We see deer regularly. Sometimes up to seven at a time! 



These two look big but they are only this past year's twins. They come regularly now that momma doesn't want them around all the time. Sometimes she does rejoin them though, now that she's bred and the bucks have stopped chasing her. We have another doe who had a single fawn, and we see them now and then too. They love the big field where they can graze in peace.




Now we need to go back indoors for a bit...

This is the beginning of the renovation of the smaller bedroom, which is not really a bad size at all. Because the weather was cooperative, two brand new energy efficient windows got put in. 



Yes, it's white vinyl because we couldn't afford the colored version. I insisted on vinyl because it is low maintenance and doesn't rot or swell. It will be wonderful to have windows that open and close. We did this before the rest of the yuck was stripped out of the walls because we got a few mild days. You don't want to put in windows when it's bitterly cold out! But doing it at this time of year cuts down on dealing with nasty things you can stir up, like wasps. The window is square but the framing looks weird. How good would you look at 242 years old? Making stuff fit is always a project with these old houses.



A dividing wall built between two rooms. All the bedrooms are in the front of the house facing the highway. I have always lived on back roads, but I find you do get used to the noise, which quiets down at night.



The new bedroom is to the right. There was a middle room here, that was small, and another decent sized bedroom to the far left. I decided we can get by with two bedrooms instead of three so we are keeping the middle and lefthand bedroom as one bigger room. 

With the old plaster walls gone, you can more easily see the original post and beam construction in this old place. That patterned stuff you see is old wallpaper. That wiring is shut off and capped, and will be all replaced. Like I said, this is a big project! 




OK, now we're going back outdoors again...

One of the lighter snows we had this winter. I think we got a few inches from this one. We had a lot of light snows, and plenty of wind. 



We've had snow off and on, with one storm dropping 6" and another 11". But we just got about 30" from a blizzard that fell on bare ground. So it's been interesting! 

That barn roof is a favorite of mine for taking pictures. 



As are the pines out front. They look frosted! The haze you can see is snow still sifting down.





I have feeders all over the place. We attract a lot of birds. I have several families of cardinals in the area. This guy is sitting in the white lilac between the house and barn. 




I think the cardinal was was waiting his turn at my main feeders. The woodpecker and gold finches below found something they liked right there in the lilac. I love the mesh feeders. So do the birds!



We do get bothered by squirrels now and then but they haven't been too bad. I wired the little covers of the mesh ball feeders to the base, so if the squirrels get them open, they don't fall far. We almost lost them a couple of times to those crafty tree rodents!


Well there you have another holiday season and some of the aftermath here on the farm. I know some people hate winter, but I've always found it a snug and cozy time to get things accomplished indoors. Of course, I don't have to go out in the cold and drive to work on icy streets in traffic anymore. But I never seem to get the blues—I'm too occupied with projects for that. Maybe that's the secret? 

Whatever you do, make it something worthwhile that keeps you happily busy, and makes someone smile in the process. The world will be a far better place with more happy and smiling people in it.

~Nancy






Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Writing News For Nancy!

Yep, there's more to tell folks...

First of all, I have an essay up on the Mechanoid Press site on why I wrote my MONSTER EARTH story. While you're there, please check out the other essays by authors in this interesting collection of tales. And pick yourself up a copy; if you loved the old Kaiju-style Godzilla, Rhodan, Mothra, etc movies, you're going to love this book, where the Cold War is fought not with nuclear proliferation, but giant monsters. A fun read for sure!

http://www.mechanoidpress.com/2013/02/02/the-girl-who-loved-monsters-a-monster-earth-guest-post-by-nancy-hansen/

MONSTER EARTH has also been reviewed, check this out: 
http://dominatr37.blogspot.com/2013/01/monster-earth-review.html

MONSTER EARTH is available on Amazon.com in both paperback and Kindle, and on Barnes & Noble.com for the Nook.




Secondly, my latest novel release, PROPHECY'S GAMBIT, gets a little love in a glowing, 5 star review by Ralph Angelo Jr. on his blog, as well as various sites online. Very pleased to have made such a loyal and enthusiastic fan. 


http://dominatr37.blogspot.com/2013/02/prophecys-gambit-review.html

PROPHECY'S GAMBIT is available in both paperback and Kindle versions on Amazon.com, in paperback and Nook on Barnes & Noble.com, and on Smashwords in just about any E-format you can envision. 




Third of all: The Pulp Ark Awards ballots are out, and both Lee Houston Jr.  and I have been nominated in several categories. Those who turned in a nomination will get a ballot via email. The rest of you can cheer us all on, as there are no losers here, because the field is wide and with over 40 small publishers represented, New Pulp is a vast and growing sector of indie publishing. Lots to love here! 



http://allpulp.blogspot.com/2013/02/pulp-ark-2013-voting-has-begun.html

I will be at Pulp Ark again this year, as will Lee.



So as you can see, there is lots of really awesome stuff going on these days in writing folks. Stay tuned, there will be more to come! 
~Nancy

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Here's A FLASH FICTION FRIDAY Piece

In the midst of an editing project, I saw the following prompt and knew I had to be involved. How could I resist? 






Prompt: Write a fantasy fiction piece using these words: Forest, Fortress, Flying, Forever, and Brimstone.
Word limit: 1,500
Deadline: Wednesday, February 8th at 9:00 pm ET



OK, so it's due on a Wednesday, big whoop. The thing is, after a long day of staring at the screen yesterday, I saw the notice for this prompt, and whipped out the story below in 2-1/2 hours. It is, surprisingly, exactly 1500 words, including the title.


Enjoy!
~Nancy





The Serpentine Dance


“You smell that Vigo?” Calpurnia said to the boy stalking the forest beside her. She put an arm out to stop him, and took a deeper whiff. He copied her, and then he had it too.

“Rotten eggs,” he whispered, turning to look at the dusky skinned enchantress with the unusual amber eyes that were always filled with a flickering play of light. “But stronger, like something died.” He pointed ahead and she nodded, her eyes fixed on the clearing through the trees where the rising moon picked up a shimmering sheen in pools of water.

Brimstone,” she said slowly, crouching down to peer through the brush and tussocks of the marsh. “When the swamp wyrm leaves the muck, it always smells like brimstone.”

“Should we get any closer Mistress?” he asked her, kneeling at her side, trying to peer through the brush.

“We must, if we want to find the nest,” she told him as they slipped on in the gloom, the rustling of breezes in the trees giving away to the drip of water off hanging moss. The canopy overhead closed in and hung low. A feeling of brooding gloom and despair came over the place; such a change from the forest they had just passed through. Somewhere ahead a bird cried something between a croak and a squawk, and great wings flapped as it lifted to the air. They caught a glimpse of it as it was flying away in the distance, long neck outstretched and legs tucked beneath as it dodged gnarled and twisting branches festooned with strings of saturated moss.

“It comes,” Calpurnia said with surety.

A frog plopped into the water at his feet, and Vigo started, but he fingered the beads at this neck, rubbing the bone amulet at the end that had protection symbols carved into it. He was only two and ten, an age between boyhood and manliness, and very much afraid of what he had to do. But he had been apprenticed to the Zül Fortress enchantress for five years now, and he owed his life to her. Orphans of the pale skins were often sold into slavery, but she saw the promise in the blue eyed, blonde haired boy, and had taken him under her tutelage.

“Get ready,” Calpurnia snapped, and threw back her hood. Ahead of her, rising from the mire with water cascading off its coils, he could see the dark gray and green armored coils of the swamp wyrm. Something hissed, loud and strong, almost metallic sounding, like one hundred teakettles on the coals of the banked fire at her hearth. The plated and fringed head of the creature, its open mouth full of dagger size curved teeth, rose up before them, three times taller than the height of their biggest warrior.

Vigo almost wet himself in fright, as his shaking hands pulled the hand axe from his belt.

Calpurnia’s hands went up, fingers tracing sigils in the air, and eyes gleaming like bronze in the firelight. She knew this dance well, for it was one that her mother had taught her, and the tune her grandmother had crooned often when she was but a babe in arms. The tattoos that wound around her thin arms began to pulse and shift in a pattern that made one dizzy if watched too closely, and she swayed her body as she began to chant, the song a lulling one of old. The bells on the fringe of her mail girdle began to chime in time to her sinuous motions as limbs akimbo and torso undulating, she mesmerized the beast.

Vigo turned his eyes away, lest he too fall under her spell. He waited for the signal.

“Get what we came for now boy. Be quick, I can’t hold it forever here.” She wove the words right into the hypnotic song as her shimmering form kept the swamp wyrm busy watching her serpentine dance. Young Vigo began to circle the wallow in the fen that the creature made its home. The tail of the beast snaked back and forth in the water, and he had to dodge it several times as it slapped overhead. He could see the tiny, almost vestigial back feet of the thing, with their little webbed toes like ducks, and the plated ridges of its back. He was so cautious of not being knocked into the water by it, he almost walked into the web of a blackleg, the hand-sized olive green spider with the most poisonous bite known to the people of the Stygian Lands between the mountains and the sea. He tangled in a few strands and it ran down the sticky netting toward him, so he had to use the axe blade to cut himself free before it dropped down onto his head and shoulders. That cost precious minutes that too distant Calpurnia could not afford to loose.

Pushing on, he was already two-thirds of the way around the wallow and despairing of finding the nest, when he spotted a mound out in the middle of the muddy murk. It was heaped and rounded, unnatural looking, and topped with bones of old kills. That had to be it! He began to wade out, but the pool turned deep, so he kicked off his boots and swam, axe in his belt again. He must not fail, no matter what was in there, he must not fail!

Calpurnia was already growing tired, for she was not young anymore, and the far reaching enchantment along with the dancing and singing took a lot out of her. The air around the creature was stifling and fetid with its reek, and she was growing short of breath. She dared not stop or take her eyes off it for fear it would turn on Vigo, and then all would be lost. If he found what they came for, Zül would be protected forever from being overrun by outsiders. If they failed, their bones would join others in this fen, whose spirits lit the nights with their glowing energy. None had brought home such a prize for ages, but then, the blue eyed son of a pale skin hunter had not come to them in many generations. Vigo must succeed. He must!

She continued to concentrate on chanting and swaying, fighting off her weariness with thoughts of what this thing they sought might do.

Vigo reached the nest just in time to see the great head swivel his way. Calpurnia raised her voice and danced more vigorously, enticing the creature once more to pay attention only to her.

Several smaller heads that reminded him of the giant before his mistress rose above the surface as he scaled the slippery mound, which was riddled with holes. A couple of them hissed and he did his best to ignore them as he chopped with the axe and dug deep within. They would not have teeth yet Calpurnia told him, so the mother would chew food for them. He came across several shell shards and tossed them aside, until he found a round, leathery, long and oval intact egg, bigger on one end than the other. Fighting to pull it free, he almost lost it several times. Triumphant, he stood atop the mound and held it up, pale green and dripping, so Calpurnia could see it.

“Thank the gods,” she said and slumped forward, before the big head came down and opening its mouth wide, snapped her up.

Vigo waited, trembling, but staying still as he had been told to do, while the serpentine coils of the thing began to squirm and propel it around the mound where he stood with its last egg in his arms. He had his axe in his belt in case it did attack him, but his mistress had said it wouldn’t touch him as long as he held the egg. He was afraid when she was eaten, for they had hoped not to have to go that far. But she said to have faith, and so he quieted his nervous thoughts and waited until the eyes of the beast went from coldly appraising reptilian green to the amber intelligence he knew so well. The head came from the water, and lay at his feet.

“Leave now,” said the voice in his mind, as he stepped gingerly onto the big body and used it as a bridge. “I will see you again in the morning, when it sleeps.” He walked its length onto the firm ground, and disappeared in the trees, praying that Calpurnia was right and she could fight her spirit free of the great beast to join her body that he knew was supine in bed at home.

The boy who was now a man, as well as a warrior mage of his adopted people, ran through the forest with a dripping green egg in his arms, bringing back the first moat monster the Zül would have to train in many generations.




Sunday, January 29, 2012

Tales Of The Vagabond Bards on Youtube!





Yep, those enterprising folks at Pro Se Press have done it again! They made a trailer for my latest book, a novel length, three story anthology. Why don't you come and check it out? 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nyDG9wXTbe0&feature=share


Let me know what you think, OK?
~Nancy

Friday, January 27, 2012

New Book News For Nancy!!!!

Yeah, it's happened again folks. I have a new book out! This one is an anthology collection of three stories. So here it is:


TALES OF THE VAGABOND BARDS






This is a collection of three previously never released short stories set in the same world as FORTUNE'S PAWN but in a different time and area. If you like rousing adventures in a backdrop of a big fantasy world where magic and faith often collide, then this is the book for you. Available right now on 
Createspace https://www.createspace.com/3778916 & 
Amazon.com. http://www.amazon.com/Tales-Vagabond-Bards-Nancy-Hansen/dp/1469959909/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1327714297&sr=1-1 


This is something you're not going to want to miss!


And along with this book, I am launching my Pro Se Press imprint HANSEN'S WAY. This is going to help me get into print all those short stories based in the same world as FORTUNE'S PAWN. I have 5 individual series that will be running under that banner, and right now the plan it to release at least two of those per calendar year, along with a full length novel. And you are really getting a bargain too, because those anthologies will all be novel length. Lots of good reading there, and perhaps down the road some guest writers will come play in my world. 


Now if you'd like to know more about the book, you can click this link:
 http://www.pulpmachine.blogspot.com/2012/01/latest-from-pro-se-fantasy-pulp-done.html  and read about it. And if you'd care to read an interview with Your's Truly, take a peek at this: http://allpulp.blogspot.com/2012/01/all-pulp-interviews-pulp-fantasy-author.html


I have a lot of fantastic writing things going on right now. 


Not too long ago, I was given a battlefield promotion and am now Assistant Editor for Pro Se Press http://www.prosepulp.com/ which you can read about here: http://www.pulpmachine.blogspot.com/2012/01/pro-se-announces-new-staff-additions.html  And you should read it, because there is news on there about our one and only Lee Houston Jr. and his new position as well. 


Lots of really awesome news these days! 


Additionally, I just finished my second pass of the book that will be the sequel to FORTUNE'S PAWN today and turned it over to Lee's capable hands for editing. When it comes back, I will make one final read through and send it off. That book will be announced later this year.


And... Lee and I will be on a local radio program for an interview late next month. My understanding is that the show will be taped and archived for a while, and it's available online. So as we get closer to that date, I will have more information up here for you.


Additionally, Lee and I have both been nominated for some PULP ARK AWARDS this year. http://www.pulpmachine.blogspot.com/2012/01/pulp-ark-2012-award-nominations-closed.html If you read through the list you will see that both my novel FORTUNE'S PAWN and Lee's book HUGH MONN PRIVATE DETECTIVE have garnered nominations. Additionally, the wonderful Peter Cooper artwork from my short story THE SILVER PENTACLE: TO KINDLE A FIRE was nominated. And Your's Truly somehow got on the ballot for best author, which is a surprise and an honor, looking at the field of talent there with me. 


And I've neglected to mention (because I've been so darn busy) that both Lee and I have signed on to do New Pulp versions of old pulp stories reprinted by Altus Press http://www.altuspress.com/. This new collaboration between Pro Se and Altus is being titled PULP OBSCURA, because we are bringing back to life old pulp characters that never had more than a few stories written about them—with brand new tales in multi-author anthologies. You can read all about that here: http://www.pulpmachine.blogspot.com/2011/12/pulp-obscura-announces-writer-and-first.html


So yeah, 2012 is starting out as a banner year, writing wise. Also a very, very busy one. 


Wow... 
~Nancy

Monday, January 2, 2012

More Catchup Please!


From my summer archives of photos, some early July 2011 pictures. 

Yeah I am that far behind! 



 Lots of kewl bird pictures this summer. The birds here are fairly tame and content to go about their business with me sitting nearby, snapping their pictures. I had so much fun watching these guys during my breaks from gardening, I would forget to read the books I brought with me. 


Everyone is in a hurry, scurry mode during the nesting season. 
 You'd swear they were posing on purpose! 





The skies are open and magnificent here, it is a very sunny lot. Sun streams in the windows of the house all day long. The garden was just getting going here but for having a late start, it did exceedingly well.  





My moon shot, the best one I got all summer. Not bad for someone who is not a real shutterbug. I digital cameras with nice zoom lenses. 

 At night, sleeping in the living room in my bed across from the fireplace, I could hear birds in the big chimney. I know we had swifts in there and likely barn swallows too. I had to take a bazillion shots to get a few that were fairly clear. 
The swift family groups would swoop around the chimneys in flocks later in the season.  The swallows were in the garage and barn too, and they liked to land on the roof. I love watching their aerial ballets. One of the first things that made me fall in love with this place almost 30 years ago was the swallows that zipped back and forth restlessly all day long.








 I love the artsy, moody pictures you sometimes get in the late day light, where everything is silhouetted against the sky. 




 And of course, more of the red winged blackbirds who were with us well into the fall. The feeders brought them in close, and I really enjoyed their company in the garden. It was worth some seed. 




Some of the sunsets are dramatic and inspiring. 


The tomatoes on their stakes did very well until the heavy rains and blight got them. We picked more than our share, gave a lot away, and ate them until we were sick of them. I'm not complaining!


We got a lot of summer squashes until late summer, when the older plants started to give up the ghost and the younger ones took over.  




Did not do well on eggplant...


...or peppers even with the early blossoming. Some sort of plant disease made the leaves fall off, and except for the hot and sweet banana types, the peppers were a flop. Oh well! That's gardening.


I dried a lot of basil from these two plants. The marigolds throughout the garden stayed pretty right up until the first killing frost. They were like a beacon welcoming you in. I've always had marigolds in the garden, they just seem so cheerful. 


The vining stuff really takes off once the summer sun gets hot and the days are long and humid. This is cantaloupe...




...and these are  watermelons, and yes we did get some of both. The cantaloupe were very prolific but had very little taste. The watermelon had few melons but the ones we ate were really good! 




Yep, the tomatoes were setting very well, but you can already see some disease.



I bought a couple sick looking 6 packs of lettuce late in the plant sale season and it did OK. We actually got to eat some of this and it was quite good.






Tomatoes on their stakes and cukes on the trellis in the background. We picked dozens of cucumbers, and let others in to pick too. We gave bags of them away. They were very good most of the summer. One variety lived through the disease season and made it to fall, I think it was the 'burpless' kind. 





Trusses of cherry tomatoes setting. I love these little guys for salads and snacking with cheese. 







My grandson's pumpkin that he started from seed by himself. It did very well. 






All our winter squash and pumpkins did very well, and covered that entire area out into the field. They were holding hands with the tomatoes and cucumbers by season's end.



The last tomato plant I bought and set in was the tallest. My all time favorite variety SUNGOLD, an orange cherry with a winy flavor that I can't get enough of. Love those little globes of liquid sunshine. 



Down by the corner of the cucumber trellis a variegated red and yellow marigold held hands with the grandson's nasturtium all summer long. Both seemed to thrive.














 Cucumber blossoms setting.
We have vines galore, and baby cukes even!










If sunshine and happy thoughts were a flower, this is what it would look like! 





Well we tried to grow some bush string beans...






...but the woodchuck that lives under the office trailer wouldn't stop eating them. So we got nuttin!



A spectacular sunset can make it all feel alright though.




There are baby butternut squashes on the vine!


And when you look up just before it gets dusk, and see this, you know that tomorrow is going to be just fine. I can't have anything in my life that is impossible to deal with if the beauty of the world is still all around me to lift my spirits.



The winter squash and pumpkins backed up by cucumbers, backed up by potatoes. The potatoes weren't well cared for and didn't produce much, but I was given some and they were tasty.


That's a mulch bucket. The cut grass comes out of the vacuum cart on the riding tractor in those buckets and goes around the plants. Because of that grass mulch, I only had to water plants a couple of times and weeding was minimal. Saves my back, and it improves the soil because it draws earthworms and breaks down to humus later.




At this stage, a couple days brings a lot more growth. Too bad the grass and weeds around and in the garden manage to keep pace! This was the main crop of summer squash.



I'm a busy writer and I am also doing a lot of editing. This kind of labor saving mulch is going to help me a lot with the 2012 garden at the farm too. This was my backup crop of summer squash.



Toward evening, a doe would often come calling by the pond. It's amazing how they can just suddenly appear and just as quickly melt back into the brush.
She was wary but if we were quiet, she would stay and graze a while. I think she had fawns hidden in the brush. We see them now, twins that are full grown. 






Sometimes I would just sit out there and revel in the peace and coolness at the end of the day until the mosquitoes drove me indoors.


Hard to snap a picture here without getting a bird in it. It's rather a comforting feeling, never being alone. I like to think my dear friend Bev, who used to live here, is up there flying on those wings in all that sunset glory. 



Can you feel the peace?



See any far away or ancient lands in those clouds?


There are galleons in the sky, bringing gold to the other side of the world, while the serpents and dragons swim and fly all around them.


I have a writer's soul and this place is such an inspiration.


While the barn is not anywhere as old as the house, it has been there for decades. Looking at the sky over it, I wonder, how many generations of people who loved the land lived here and saw these sights? I hope they all felt their hearts lift lightly into the heavens too.


If you look closely, you'll see another bird. That's my soul flying free with thoughts of places I could go, and things I could be...


An inky dusk, like the ink stained fingers I often have, taking notes for a story I want to write sometime as I sit and contemplate the world at the end of the day. If you want to write too, keep paper and pen nearby and jot down all the random ideas you get. You never know what will spark a story. 




"It's a good thing clouds don't weigh much, or we'd all be squished flat." 


A long time ago, a little boy who is now a grown man told me that. He was right you know. 


End of the gardening day, all the plants tended, and the last of the mulch getting spread. Physical labor brings that sense of accomplishment our forebears must have felt. A job well done is its own reward.




We have quite a few wild bunnies on the property. This one out by the driveway one morning is showing us why they are called 'cottontails'.


They did minimal snooping and  very little damage in the garden, so we let them be. They love the new soft grass and clover that was easier to get to after mowing.


Good morning garden! 



A robin sitting on the old fence post where the land drops off by the barn. 



Looking down toward the office trailer and garage. 


Birds in the shade...




Birds in the sunlight too!
I don't know, maybe the pictures are repetitive and so sort of dull to you. But to me, this is a place that is just beginning to feel like home. I still love my other house, the one surrounded by forest land at the base of a rocky wooded hill, right above a river. It has been hard to say goodbye to it, because that has been my home for over 29 years now. It was the first home I ever owned. I am glad that my sons still want to live there, and that  it is not going to strangers. This past year, 2011, I have been able to bid it a long, drawn out farewell... So many memories in that place. 

But as this year has gone on, and I have lived at the farm—mostly by myself—this place has gone from strange to familiar, from someone else's home to mine. We are gradually making new memories here. Now when I come through the door, it doesn't seem odd and slightly uncomfortable to be in a different house. It's no longer a shock, seeing a different vista than the one I have grown accustomed to when I look up from my writing or chores and glance out in the yard. Everything here looks familiar now. And when I drive in each time I've been away for a while, I feel like I'm home again. Home to where I will spend the rest of my days. 

The renovation is ongoing but the pace has slowed now that the cold weather is here. We had family holiday gatherings here twice, now that I have a lot more of the amenities of everyday life around me. I've been able to at least take a lot of my cooking supplies out of storage and the cabinets are filling up. I've baked pies and cheesecake in the kitchen and put up vegetables from the garden for the freezer. I have herbs and a windowbox of plants from the porch wintering over in the sunny dining room windows and birdfeeders in the yard. I even have a little dog of my own now. Yep, the farm is now home.

And home is a very fine place to be!

Go happily into 2012 with peace and contentment,
~Nancy