Good morning at the keyboard. Revised an old story I’ve had stashed away for a while. Cleaned up the opening, though, curiously enough, it took additional words to do it. Feel pretty good about the piece. We’ll see what sort of home it finds. Came across a new pub in the UK that’s looking for submissions that suggest a nice fit, thematically, with what I’m doing. Think I’ll float it their way and see what happens.
Slept well last night. Deep and restful. It was as if we’d walked all the way to Crested Butte. Still can’t get over how magnificent the countryside was. Aspens trickling down out of the creases in the mountains, spilling into crazy pools of orange and gold you'll dream about for weeks and months and even years to come. Reminding you it’s the moment that matters, and nothing else. That whatever your age, your days are numbered.