I promise that there is, in fact, writing going on. Really. Truly.
But also a trip up to the top of Sulphur Mountain. Lunch in town with good company, and then a trip up the gondola where the rain turned to snow.
Lots of snow. These tourists were pretty excited about it:
And we managed to catch the eclipse, which I was pretty excited about:
So the plan for today is more writing. I have a meeting with my editor in the morning on Google Hangouts, some laundry going, and a plan to write like the wind. The novel feels like it’s coming together. I’m starting to see the characters are going, finding new connections for them (largely as a result of that walking meditation — the third part of that trip was to stand and listen to the whisperings of the story, which was inspiring in ways I didn’t expect).
I’m starting to think that I just may emerge from this studio at the end of next week with a book.