Among trees and bugs and creatures that bark and cluck (not the same creatures, natch). Tucked into the wilds of a state I love so much that I will probably always call it home. At a house full of art and tiles and wood stoves and windows. With a laptop that works so well (-gives laptop praise so it will not die while she is car-less and twenty+ miles from a Mac store), a cell phone that only works if I stand on a rock in the driveway and a camera that doesn’t move half as fast as the dog does (or maybe that’s user error?).
While I’m here, I’ll be plugging along mostly rewriting my Very Bad Novel from NaNo last year. I have limited internet access, but I’ll be using some of what I do have to blog over at Chapter 37, since this is the last month of my year-long jaunt around the worlds. (And, yes, I have a new plan in the works for Chapter 38 — it’s almost ready for its unveiling. Just a few days now!) In the meantime, come and visit me in the Oregon Wilds.
Kiss kiss bang bang, s.
PS — Super shameless plug: As you may know, I’m teaching in Portland this summer. If you’ve ever wanted to take a class with me, or thought about taking another one, or just want to sit it the back of the room with your coffee and your hang-over and your sunglasses, now is the time. The Attic is offering a bit of a discount, which kind of rocks. This semester, I’m teaching the Poetry of Work, The Language of Your Life (memoirs or fiction, really just focused on telling stories), Erotica and a General Genre Class at the Writers Dojo. I hope you’ll sign up — I’d love to see you there!
“Do not depend on the hope of results. You may have to face the fact that your work will be apparently worthless and achieve no result at all, if not, perhaps, bring about its opposite. And as you get used to this idea you start more and more to concentrate not on the results but on the value, the rightness, and the truth of the work itself.” ~Thomas Merton