I’ve been mentally pacing those interior spaces, trying to decide what story to tackle next, confronting something that looks a lot like this—you know, in my mind’s eye…
But Rowan’s been hell-bent on Western themes: wide open spaces, hard times, hard men, harder…
Um, well, Rowan can be a little frisky. He’s my Muse.
As for a Muse, apparently he just shows up, a bit like Gandalf… exactly when he wants to. With that in mind I waited patiently, expecting this:
But knowing the Universe has a sense of humor, I was willing to settle for this:
To be honest, I never expected this…
…or the path/choices to look like this:
As a writer, I’ve been here more times than I care to admit:
…looking for this:
…and getting this (this is real BTW, been there, with a horse trailer in tow):
So, what is Rowan … dear, sweet, annoying-as-hell Rowan … in the mood for?
Dusting off the Stetson, curling the reata, giving a quick curry to Sadie… Stay tuned.