I do all my writing outside.  Behind the house.  Late at night.  Under the stars.  

I like the openness, the noises, the air…  and the unexpected.   

Just after dark the other night I ventured past the edge of the light into the yard and abruptly walked through a spider’s web.  It wasn’t full blown yet, just a couple of strands—but they were really long, about 9 feet from the side of a tree down to the ground.  

I didn’t have the spider on me, but it had to be close.  And really upset.  I’d wrecked the beginnings of what would have been a giant masterpiece.

About three hours later I started out into the yard again.  This time I stopped suddenly.  Even (more…)