Fall Hunter Moon
Big winds, gusts up to 40 mph, some as high as 60. Those golden leaves on the aspens? Mostly gone. Now their winter nakedness. The season has advanced, though the climate warmed air has remained unseasonable.
In to Evergreen last night for the second meeting of the Evergreen Writer’s Group. The comments on my submissions were very helpful. This is a group of fantasy writers for the most part, folks who understand the challenges and possibilities of the genre. They will make me a better writer.
Before the group I went to the Vienna Beef shop in downtown Evergreen for an Italian beef. The guy who owns the shop makes Italian beefs with that straight from State Street taste. Best I’ve ever had outside Chicago. He said the president of Vienna Beef has been in his place twice this year. “Not sure why he was in Evergreen, but he loved my place.”
I’m at about 48,000 words now on Superior Wolf. There will be some drastic changes to material I’ve already written, but that’s usual, at least for me. The story continues to unfurl, whether lodged in a Platonic ideal that I’m accessing via woo-woo, or simply contained already in the beating hearts of its characters. Creativity is weird.
Vienna Beef place (far right) in downtown Evergreen
