My family spent three weeks in June/July driving an RV around Colorado, Utah, and Wyoming. It was beautiful and breathtaking, and I got to see thousands of my new favorite animal, the bison. Bison are huge. They weight 2,000 pounds and look like someone took a mountain and stuck pony legs on the back half of it. They are hairy and have horns, and go anywhere they please. Because they're bison. We saw bison in fields, on hiking trails, in a parking lot, next to boardwalks at geyser springs, and in the middle of the road.
Ah! Love this part so much: "Here's the thing about bison: they look docile and slow moving. If you're anything like me, you want to give one a hug. But they're terribly dangerous and can run very fast and gore you while throwing you into a tree. Yikes.
And sometimes in your writing career, there's something standing in your way. A giant road block. It looks friendly enough, but it's standing in your way. Your writing bison could be someone who is impeding your career, or it could be your own inner critic. Something that seems innocent enough, but, given the chance, will throw you into a tree."
Yes, I'm being a weirdo and reading the old posts (slowly, over time). What can I say? DIY MFA.
Ah! Love this part so much: "Here's the thing about bison: they look docile and slow moving. If you're anything like me, you want to give one a hug. But they're terribly dangerous and can run very fast and gore you while throwing you into a tree. Yikes.
And sometimes in your writing career, there's something standing in your way. A giant road block. It looks friendly enough, but it's standing in your way. Your writing bison could be someone who is impeding your career, or it could be your own inner critic. Something that seems innocent enough, but, given the chance, will throw you into a tree."
Yes, I'm being a weirdo and reading the old posts (slowly, over time). What can I say? DIY MFA.