Watermelon tastes better cooled in a creek. The smell of sagebrush on the side of a windy hill better than perfume. I’m tempted to believe I’d write better if only I lived out of a camper with candles and a composting toilet.

Then I remind myself the negative voices will follow me even to Wyoming ghost towns and the only real key is to show up wherever, in whatever mood.


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