The view from my casita is writer-friendly, to say the least. One day soon I will be hunkered down in peaceful solitude, soaking up the jaw-dropping New Mexico landscape between pages, inspired and productive. At least, that’s the plan. All I have to do is replaster, install a kitchen and bathroom, knock out a wall, build a porch, and furnish the place. I have a ways to go.
It’s been a while since I had the perfect writing space, physically and emotionally. More than five years. I have not been idle, merely gestating. Now I’m impatient. And curious. I want to see my new books. I hope readers like them.