By the way, the other reason I'm up here enjoying the rarefied air and frigid nights is to write. This is a writer's retreat extraordinaire. Incredibly beautiful surroundings, a private cabin with an espresso machine (imported by me) and a beer fridge, meals provided, and lots of free time. What more could a writer want?
Oh, and at the end of the week, I'll be doing a book signing for 50 Ways to Leave Your 40s at Blue Moon Books in Crested Butte. Saturday at 5, if you're in the area. Wine will be served. It's a great shop, small, friendly and crammed with great books.
My writing goal for the week--well, goals, really. One is to work on editing some of these very blog posts, most written a year or two ago, to get them in shape to actually submit somewhere. The second writing goal is just to practice. I have a wonderful book called Pen on Fire: a busy woman's guide to igniting the writer within, by Barbara DeMarco-Barrett. Her chapters are brief, and she ends each with a 15 minute writing exercise.
Speaking of igniting, I'm going to try (again) to ignite the gas heater in this chilly cabin. Alas, the pipes from the propane tank to the heater are about 15 feet long. That's a lot of built-up air from over the winter that needs to be bled out, a pilot light's amount at a time. I'm taking shifts.