I have been writing most of the day today--well, ok, PART of the day. I have also eaten lunch, done some shopping and walked around downtown Portland soaking in the energy.
So here you go....as we begin this journey together: Here is the first paragraph of Truth Warrior.
Sun.Sun.Sun.Dear God! The FREAKING SUN!When you live in New Mexico, especially southern New Mexico, you learn very early on that the only way to escape the sun is to simply be inside. The presence of the sun is striking when you come from other parts of the country. There is no shade. There is no cool ocean breeze. From late March to late October, there is only THE SUN. It follows you like a giant, all seeing, all glowing, all heating, flaming eyeball. If you even peek your head outside, the sun says “THERE YOU ARE! HAVE SOME FIRE! HAHAHAHAHA!” Trust me. The sun laughs maniacally at everyone in southern New Mexico.
Doesn't tell you much...I know. We gotta start somewhere.
I am back to it now. Maybe I'll have a beer and completely talk myself out of that paragraph. Now that I read it here, I am not sure if I like it. HA!
First draft--remember that. FIRST DRAFT!
Be nice to each other!
Kit
