This morning, I’m sitting at Bongo Billy’s coffee shop in Buena Vista, looking straight at Mt Princeton, which is one of the most gorgeous 14ers in a state packed with them. I’ve just posted the pages I wrote early this morning in my cabin overlooking Cottonwood Creek. Had to come to town to get a wifi signal. Doing it made me feel a bit of a city-slicker, but when you fall in love with a story, it goes with you. It’s one of the great things about being a writer.
I am madly in love with Bartholomew and Alia and the world they are revealing to me. I love having the the little deadline every few days so I can write some pages, and stick with it, but I also love that I’m writing it for me. I always write for myself, of course, but the artistic freedom in doing whatever I want for pure, total fun is rejuvenating in a way I hadn’t expected.
Now I’m off to soak in the hot springs and put together a vision board for the new year.
If you want to follow along, go to http://theotherlandchronicles.com/2011/12/chapter-9-scene-2/
In the meantime, hope you are all having a day as fine as mine.
3 thoughts on “Writing in Buena Vista”
I am so grateful for your blog.Really thank you! Great.
“But imagine that you are a single mother, poor, with two children. Your time is very limited.”
Fingers crossed! My favourite times with my three bridesmaids is our Friday night wine dates!