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The Crow Has Arrived


The second Carding, Vermont novel—Thieves of Fire—is getting ready to launch and we received a first look at the quilt that Nancy Graham is making for its cover this morning.

Nancy's crow 2
Draft image for Thieves of Fire © 2014 Nancy Graham

No matter how much you write, no matter how many books you publish, seeing the cover image for the first time guarantees you a jolt of adrenaline.

Yep, we’re excited.

The text, which kinda counts too, is in the ripping-apart-to-put-it-all-together-again stage. For a new writer, this can be a very scary time because it feels as though all your hard work is just disappearing beneath your fingertips.

And I have to admit that I get the flutters at this stage as well.

But I’ve learned that it takes making a really big mess before a project all comes together.

Welcome to chaos.

At the Crow Town Bakery

Diana Bennett, who owns the Crow Town Bakery with her husband Stephen, loves to garden as much as her mother, Edie Wolfe.
Snap peas 2 for web
Her favorite time among the botanicals is just after sunrise, which is pretty darn early in July.

But it’s cool and the bugs are late risers.

Diana’s garden favorite this time of year is snap peas.

OK, it’s everyone’s favorite this time of year.

Somehow, they never seem to make it from the garden to Diana’s home kitchen.

In this case, Diana says that cooking is a waste.

Letting Sleeping Dogs Lie

Edie Wolfe just got back from a morning walk with her dog, Nearly.
Goldie sleeping 7-7-14 for web
She gets asked about his name all the time, and this morning was no exception when a Joey (tourist) stopped her just outside the Crow Town Bakery when she called Nearly’s name.

“Well, my last name is Wolfe,” she explained. “So my little friend is Nearly Wolfe.”

Blank look.

“You know, all dogs are descended from wolves so they are all ‘nearly wolves,'” she said.

A small spark of comprehension glimmered in the eyes of her listener.

“And it’s also my homage to one of my favorite series of detective novels, Nero Wolfe,” she said.

“Oh, I saw that show on YouTube,” the man said, now thoroughly satisfied. “Now I see.”

And he walked off.

The dog looked up at the woman at the opposite end of his leash. Edie shook her head. “I doubt that,” she said and they walked on to the post office to pick up the day’s mail.