Not that I have any chickens. Yet.
I woke up at 3:30 this morning! Not a thing wrong, just done sleeping. I went downstairs, nuked a cup of yesterday’s coffee, and journaled for a while. Now, the sun is painting the rim of the eastern hills a lovely apricot, so I figure I might as well stay up. The show’s already on the road–nothing left to do but participate!
I wrote the prologue of my next western yesterday. It’s called “The Rustler”, and it’s Wyatt’s story. Wyatt is Rowdy’s older brother–Rowdy being the hero of “A Wanted Man”, if you… Read More »