I have been telling stories. On paper. Well, on a computer. Real stories. They take time. And solitude. Peaceful surroundings.
And cornbread, crusty home baked cornbread, baked by John T., and shared with creatives, but only on Friday after the week’s work’s done.
Walks in the woods.
The ability to appreciate the old and incorporate the new.
And a quirky inside-out perspective.