I am in here.
I sit in the Pearl Street Starbuck’s here in Boulder, with a handy T-Mobile Hotspot of which to take advantage. (Yes, we must have perfect grammar, mustn’t we? We must.) (Okay, enough of that!) I sit in a warm purple velvet armchair in front of the fireplace with fake logs that nobody’s lit yet. The … Continue reading Morning in Boulder
Altitude affects creativity, did you know that? Here in Boulder, my husband tells me, we are at around 6,000 feet above sea level (but which sea, did you ever wonder that?) and it is around here that altitude sickness can begin. Fatigue and queasiness and headaches and lack of appetite are what are getting me … Continue reading Altitude
I got done about a third of my wordcount on the plane today, which surprised even me. I supposed that my capacity has grown in these last almost-two weeks. Who knew? Stamina has never been my strong point, so I hadn’t looked for it in the writing end of things either. I would make this … Continue reading At rest, at last, and about to write
Note to self: If you keep writing, the words pile up. Corollary: Just get it out there. You can fix it up later.
white pebble 