I’m currently rebuilding this site and reorganizing and prioritizing the projects. Guts and Sass is going to undergo a full rewrite. I’ll be putting out a classic fantasy short story this spring, and eventually a collection of short stories from my year living in the woods.
For a year I lived in the woods with families with children, temperatures ranging from 100 degrees F, to -30. For most of that time I made fire only with friction. I bathed in the lake or with snow. I traveled by foot. I gathered much of my own food. I learned to build bark and thatch lodges and I lived in them. I didn’t write.
I experienced the death of my partner in a faraway land, within a context where I could not stop moving, could not stop functioning, had to go on with gathering firewood and taking care of kids. I did a lot of screaming and crying and talking and laughing and mourning and exulting and learning how to live more fully alive.
All that will translate into written words. I’ve just got to organize it and get it and get it on paper.