Musings on genre writing, waterfall wandering, and peak bagging in the South's wilderness areas.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Novels and Dreams
This is the largest fresh water spring in North America. We visited it last year (in Missouri). Every morning there would be fog hovering just above the very cold water issuing out of the spring. A tremendously beautiful spot.
The novel is coming along. I passed a bit of a landmark on it last night. Trying to hit the home stretch, now...