"Two wrongs may not make a right but a thousand wrongs make a writer.”

Sunday, July 27, 2025

Underground Yarn and Books

 On the shelf in Hershey PA!!!


Underground Yarn and Books just sent me this photo. They are celebrating their grand opening and for the first month are featuring select titles from my publisher. The co-owners of this eclectic shop are as awesome as the yarn she dyes and the books he curates. 

Yarns, books, coffee, and community. 

Check them out online or, what the heck, take a road trip ala Jack Kerouac.

 The only ones for me are the mad ones, the ones mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn burn burn  . . .

The Beat Generation might be fading from the scene but amongst writers, poets, artists, and creators of all types, there are still plenty of mad ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing.

As a crocheter and knitter, I appreciate the yarn side of their business as well as the books. For me that's a winter activity, but her colors sure are gorgeous to look at. Winter will be here soon enough, blankets and bundles of yarn on the lap. 

Also, I'm happy to announce that my college buddy and her friend, David Danger, have finished narrating my novel, Let Evening Come and it is now available on Audible or wherever you get your audiobooks. Danger has a beautiful voice and is helping to produce the song background for another friend's book that is being produced by Lifetime Netflix. 

In other respects, it's been a tough summer. My husband lost his entire flock of laying hens to mink(s). Over the course of a two-week period, he went from 45 birds to 5. The disgusting varmints can fit through a hole the size of a quarter and once they discovered our chickens there was no stopping them. In desperation (having tried traps and whatall) we moved them down to my sister's coop where they would be safe.

My side gig (when I'm not browsing bookstores and soliciting readings, is gardening. This year the out-of-control deer have devoured eveything, even eating my tomato plants which has never happened before. Can we add them to the varmint open season list? I've discovered the five things I can grow are eggplant, peppers, squash, garlic, and cucumbers.

That's it folks. The happy and the sad. The exhilarating and the disheartening. At least they're balanced out, or I might go mad.

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