I am the world’s worst crafter. Don’t know a crochet hook from a knitting needle. But! Here on the back nine, I’ve found a home craft I can do. I’m working on it now.
That book cover to the left should be a hint. Yes! It’s a holiday novella starring Bear and his geriatric gang. Beth from my critique group calls it a Bear Lite story. Sis calls it a cozier cozy than that dark stuff I usually produce. You know, the stuff I like to call cozies with bite.
Look for Bear Claus sometime in the fall. Between now and then, I think I’ll get back to posts about Dog Patch, navel lint, and the local headlines. Important stuff like that. Such as letting you know that, now that MJ is a legal purchase in WA, I may be taking a magic bus from Mr. Buds marijuana shop to the Purple Haze farm during the Sequim Lavender festival this weekend.
Mr. Buds. Purple Haze. God only knows where the tour would go after that!
