If you follow me on social media, then you’ve probably seen my short and sweet “about me” caption: “Lover of all thinks books, bikes, and bison.” I really couldn’t sum up myself in three better words.
I’ve been hard at work all week on this final installment, and can’t say enough how excited I am about where the story is taking me, and how the characters are handling their plot lines. It really is fun once you hit that stride, and your make believe comes to life and leads your where it needs to go, instead of the other way around.
I spent the past week in the interior of Big Bend Ranch State Park, trying to steer clear of the hurricane-like winds that tossed around quite a storm of dust and horse manure. Thankfully I was able to get outside for a bit of hiking and trail running, but for the most part, the bad weather kept me holed up inside.
As this week comes to a close, I find myself holding my breath. Today we inaugurate a new president, and the next four years of American history will be written not only by our leaders, but also by us as well. And while I have my own opinions on the matter, that is not why my lungs aren’t functioning properly today.
I can’t believe the final book is here. As I’ve sat down over the past week to map, outline, plan, and think, I keep finding myself in a place of overwhelmed shock and gratitude. I always believed I’d get to this point, yet I still never expected it to actually happen. I know that while that sentiment makes zero sense, many of you have felt the same when you’ve reached different milestones in your lives.