Recently, I’ve become obsessed with weaving. Haven’t been this fired up about anything in quite some time. But it really started twenty years ago when I began rescuing farm animals. My first two critters were Cowboy, a big Nubian goat from a petting zoo, and Precious, an angora goat confiscated from a terrible situation. Having grown up with a hamster and small dog, taking care of larger animals was a pretty big leap. I was also a recent widow. Thank goodness the goats saved me rather than the other way around. Precious, the goat, was afraid of being sheared with an electric clipper, so every year I would cut her mohair off with a scissors (for safety, the tip was blunted). To accomplish this took hours, a very patient goat, and some oldies on the radio in the barn. At the time, I had no immediate plans for the fleece, but I washed, dried and saved it by the bagful. Then in 2009 a long-time dream became reality, and my book The Dragon and the Rose was published by The Wild Rose Press. During the next twelve years and fourteen books, my wonderful Precious grew old and passed away. Truly a heartbreak. But I always kept those bags of mohair. Recently as my desire for something new in my life reared its head, I looked at all that beautiful mohair and thought…I need to learn to spin and weave goat hair! So here I was again jumping into something foreign yet exciting. After taking classes at the Longmont Yarn Shoppe with my VERY patient instructor Sara, I realized writing and weaving had several similarities. After all, you can spin a yarn, weave a tale, or follow the thread of a story. While weaving, your mind is free to wander elsewhere conjuring great ideas for your next book, or solving a problem in your current endeavor. As you weave you can vary the pattern or colors just as in writing you can change the storyline, add characters, or even surprise yourself with a new ending. So fortunate to be having a such grand time following both passions. Line by line a book is written. Row by row a scarf is woven.