Don't Fence Me In

If any of you have ever dreamed of being a cowboy, I highly recommend trying it out as an adult. It's hard work, with long hours, and little pay. But it's awesome on a level that even your ten-year-old self would approve of.

I'm cooking more than wrangling these days, but I'm working and living on a ranch, so that makes me a cowgirl. I have the boots and everything. I'm also exhausted and I've had no time whatsoever to write. Okay, that's not entirely true. We do a campfire every Friday and read "original" (aka found on the internet) cowboy poetry. I did write a poem or two. I probably will write more. And if I ever have the time (or the energy) this is the type of place I could get a lot of work done.

I'm still not sure what will happen at the end of the summer, but it looks like I'll have a job if I'm interested in staying on. I guess I'll have to cross that bridge when I get there, seeing as how all of my family is on the other side of the country.

I'm getting an amazing amount of material. The scenery is beautiful and we have a steady stream of guests to keep us entertained. So, I think in the end, this change will benefit my writing. I'm certainly healthier, and that was one of the main reasons I stopped writing regularly in the first place.

This is me, in Colorado.

Breathing.

In cowboy boots.

Be jealous.



-Liz