Trying on a new town: Bozeman. Learning new trails with old friends. Trying out being 100% freelance. This morning, spontaneous bike ride with my friend Heidi. Which meant early dinner and time to work on the novel with a glass of Malbec this evening. I could get used to this schedule.
Here’s the long version. I recently returned from a few weeks as an artist-in-residence for Glacier National Park. Only three hours from Missoula, it’s one of my favorite places, but I’ve only known it on short weekend trips. We became intimate this time. Here’s the longer version of my time there: The park put me …
And some days, when the novel writing is going well and the thunder rolls, you just crack open a beer and keep writing. I’ll run tomorrow.
Writing under the lilac tree this morning. All kinds of lovely.