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Family and I are on a wild and crazy trip to Yellowstone National Park this week. Having an absolutely spiffing time!

I keep noticing something, as we see these rather unearthly structures and vegetation and all-around ruggedity. “Wow!” I thinks to meself, “This should be in my next book.”

But the next thought is quite often this: “Hmm, doesn’t this remind me of something?” And in this context, something means some story…

Like the natural hot springs, steam vents and geysers reminded me a bit of the Bog of Eternal Stench from Labyrinth, while the strange fields of low-growing greyish shrubs are obviously snide fields from my favorite Dr. Seuss story.*

So, while I am perhaps not the first writer to want to include Yellowstone’s wonders in my fiction, I’m at least among good friends this week.

Truly, it’s all been done. But never by me, and so I guess I’m okay.**

Enjoy!

* “What was I scared of?” short inside The Sneetches.
** Dark secret about being a writer — you really must have a strong, healthy opinion of yourself to believe that anyone will want to pay money just for the privilege of hearing your lies.

I’ve been playing a lot this Summer. Camping, hiking, biking, ocean boardplay, and more than the usual indulgence of books and films. When I’m not out playing (which isn’t often) I’m usually beating myself up about the fact that I should be writing more.

But here’s the rub: writers need things to write about. In other words, writers need lives.

So please excuse my meager postings this summer (and meager word counts on works in progress). I’m keeping with the line that it’s all fuel for the writer’s fire. Fires are best saved for the cold months, aren’t they?

Happy Summer!

Now go out and play… do whatever you love in the Summertime. Absolutely no guilt allowed.

Unless you’re really doing something naughty.