My husband, cat, and I are embarking on a new lifestyle: from city-living to country living. We’ve bought a house and 5.38 acres in southwestern Pa, complete with barn and garden. Aspirations: Big veggie garden to grow as much of our own food as possible (fresh, freeze, pickled, and canned). Clean out the barn to create a functioning work space for writing, sculpting, teaching, and events. Become pumpkin farmers. Raise chickens for eggs. Invest in enough solar panels to eliminate our electric bill and hopefully generate a small income. Eliminate a lot of our waste through composting and recycling. Bake the week’s bread.
For people who’ve never done much of this before, that’s a tall order, but we’re up to the challenge. When I’m not doing the above, I’m writing, editing, embroidering, crocheting, and soon to be taking up sewing, spinning, weaving, and sculpting. I have a BA in English with a concentration in Gothic literature. I have an MFA in creative writing with a concentration in publishing. Although this is my first foray into owning and working my own land, I’m from a long line of landowners and farmers, going back before my umpteenth-great grandfather, Barnabas Horton, who came to the States from Leicestershire, England around 1630.
What sets Heavy Metal Homesteader apart from the masses of other greenhorn farming/homesteading blogs? As much as I’ve been desperate to get back to nature for the last few years, I am not your average barefoot, long-skirted, uber-maternal chick (not that these are bad things). I’m a booted, metal/horror-t-shirted, childless-by-choice chick–I expect this blog to reflect that. \m/ \m/