I am loving the pressure I am under right now. I am crashing on my novel, due in two weeks. I am working on my second children’s book (before my editor has quite approved the first). I am working with Maria on Mary Kellogg’s second volume of poetry, due out later this year (they are sitting on the porch going over photos now).
  I am planning a kid’s web page, “Bedlam Farm For Kids,” and also putting the Farm Journal on Facebook, and making other changes to the site. It occurs to me that I have always been afraid of the wrong things. Things that ought to terrify me don’t, and things that I shouldn’t worry about frighten me sometimes. My daughters says it’s quite simple, I’m just a little crazy. Maria agrees.