Tuesday, October 25
My daughter Brandi and I love Grand Mesa more than any other place. It's filled with lakes, streams, plenty of riding trails that wind through pines and aspens. We go as often as we can. Not a far drive, about 45 minutes, it is still hard to get away as often as we'd like. If it were up to us we'd go every day.
This pic is from our last trip up there, about two weeks ago. It's not likely we will visit again this year. Snow clouds are hovering today, and will probably unleash on the mountains.
Still, I'm dying to go today. Itching to go take pictures, look for that elusive moose we've been searching for all summer.
But there's too much to do around here to justify one last trip up to the Mesa. We need to clean and sort tack. We're remodeling our house, so that takes precedence over a trip.
It's the same way with Branded.
It's done. Well...the first draft is done. Now comes the part I hate, the rewriting and revising. Ugh. Some people love this part, I hate it. I want to go the Mesa instead.
I'm dying to move onto the next thing. I have a new story itching to be written, and like the Mesa, it's calling me like a siren.
But I should do the right thing, stay home and work. Do the rewrites first, then move on to the new one.
Or, could I sneak in a few sentences on the new project? Or maybe go the Mesa?