Where I live … Idaho. It’s beyond beautiful here. My home is among pine trees … a duck-paddled creek ambles along in back. The skies here look like the fake backgrounds in picture postcards – blue innocence dolloped in clouds, the horizon embraced by ice-crowned mountains. Breathing is pleasure – in summer, warm earth and brisk green. In winter a frozen purity, a distinct absence of scent. Two dogs and two cats follow me on walks to the lake – a massive expanse of peace content to adore the sky. One dog is a large lab mix with an adoring gaze that turns head-patters to goo, and the other is a fluffy white panting tail-wagging little fellow. The kitties are young and swift, a tabby and a shiny black one, they chase and surprise and tumble and tree-climb. I just walk.
I write for a living, I write to continue our shared life stories with friends, and now I’m writing a book proposal to which an agent will say ‘yes’. I’m writing to you. I hope you’ll write back, comment, critique, compliment, tell me anything you want to tell me.
Oh, and theatre. I love theatre! I’m a playwright … I love actors, love them too much, probably … they are the thoroughbreds of life, so beautiful and high-strung and gifted.