I love books.  Not just reading them, but holding them, feeling them, even smelling them.  Something about the smell of a musty old book or a fresh-from-the-printer book just makes me happy.  I love being surrounded by books.  I have a fairly disturbing number of them, especially considering my house isn’t that large, but I do my best to stay reasonable about it.  I donate books to the local library every year, although never as many as I buy….  I even worked in a couple of bookstores when I was younger, thinking that might be a good career choice.  Nope, I’d much rather read the books than sell the books.

I’m not just a book lover, though.  I have a little homestead that keeps me busy, with dogs and a cat, chickens, and a small garden.  I crochet and sometimes sell my pieces online or at local craft shows.  I’m learning wood turning.  I’m working on my late father’s book, trying to complete what he started many years ago.  So many things to keep me busy, it’s a shame I have to have a real job to pay the bills…  Ah, well.  Such is life.

Oh, the site’s name?  I’ve had cats and dogs for years.  Some of my beloved books have teeth or claw marks in them because someone was feeling neglected.  Or the occasional page was nibbled because I forgot that puppies will be puppies.  I have a dog right now who simply loves to chew on paper.  I have to keep an eye on him when I’m reading because he’ll act all snuggly and I’ll realize he’s licking the pages, ever-so-sneakily trying to get one in his mouth.  So yes, my critters will inevitably be a part of what I write.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.