ALONE IN THE GARDEN OF THE GODS

11-28-04

 

 The picture speaks for itself. Let me just add that it was early morning, there was no one but me and an old man who was running. It was so quiet I could hear the rabbits scrambling beneath bushes. Not a breath of wind. Not a voice or an engine or a child or even a bird. Just me and the small gray rabbits, and a pair of deer who looked up, saw me, and went back to eating. The rocks red, scattered with snow, the air sharp as diamonds.

Ah, I've been in my writing cave again and haven't been blogging here at A
All creative people devise ways to communicate with the mysterious place where ideas come from.
I promised blogs every week, but must say the Internet access was not great in
Have settled the summer schedule: June 15, 3013: Missouri Romance Writers "The Heroine's Journey" Booksigning:
And we're ready to go. The cats have been camping on my suitcase, and Jack
Ah, I've been in my writing cave again and haven't been blogging here at A
All creative people devise ways to communicate with the mysterious place where ideas come from.
I promised blogs every week, but must say the Internet access was not great in
Have settled the summer schedule: June 15, 3013: Missouri Romance Writers "The Heroine's Journey" Booksigning:
And we're ready to go. The cats have been camping on my suitcase, and Jack

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