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When there was snow on the ground, I stuck my boot cast in a garbage bag and strapped my snowshoe to the boot. When the snow melted and my world became mud, I rented crutches so I could travel freely while keeping my boot cast safe and dry in the air (crutching through mud and hay piles and cow pies is serious cardio! ). My boot cast is filthy at this point, and I’m very proud of that fact, too. Speaking of the book, some pen porn: I have determined that the very best red ink is Colorado Pen’s Ruby.

The book came to me while I was driving last August, I started the book proposal in September, freaked out and ignored it in October, finished it in November, and sent it to my agent the week after Thanksgiving. She loved it and wanted to wait until after the holidays to send it to editors, so that happened the first week of January, an imprint of Penguin RandomHouse won the rights in a sealed-bid auction the first week of February, and we signed the contract last week, which means I finally get to share the news…. Here’s the blurb: MEDITATIONS WITH COWS traverses Stockton’s deeply intimate relationships with cattle via raw and visceral stories of the work and wonder of ranch life in modern America. Throughout the book, Stockton critiques the inhumane and environmentally destructive factory farm and feedlot system, and shares sustainable alternatives for ethical omnivores that prioritize the humane treatment of animals and responsible stewardship of the Earth.

I broke my foot last week. I broke my foot in the most absurd possible way: I was barefoot, having recently gotten out of the bath, sitting at my computer, working

Leila, Leila lovin’ the love. I’m in the middle of writing a sprawling blog post about What I Did On My Secretarial Vacation (I have a lot of thoughts and things to share! ) and not ready to post yet. The Shop is back open with fresh chew toys, new jewelry, and the last of my gorgeous deer antler sheds, and I’ll have that long and winding post for you as soon as I finish it.