I am in Flagstaff. Arizona, at the Starry Heaven writer’s workshop.Â That means there are 11 of us critiquing each other’s novel manuscripts.Â We’ve spend months prepping, and it’s quite fun to meet in person.Â I knew two of the people from before, and had met a few of the others in passing.Â Some are new to me.Â Â It’s a great group so far.
With so much other stuff going on in my family right now, and a new boss starting at work next Monday, I’m glad I committed to this months ago.Â Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here.
Flagstaff is very beautiful.Â The town nestles inside a forest, snuggling up against ridges and mountains.Â To a rain-soaked seattleite, the blue sky is an amazing color.Â Except it’s stained.Â One ridge over from us, the Schultz Fire is throwing up steam and smoke, the fire-clouds golden and bright white on the top and dark and threatening below.Â I don’t recall the last time I saw so many shades of gray.Â Because this is an iphone photo, it looks far away, but my eyes tell me it’s filling a lot of sky.
By the way, on my way out the door for this workshop I was careful to pack my camera charger and USB cord.Â I wasn’t careful enough to pack the camera.Â Sigh.
Oddly, the book I brought hereÂ to be critiqued is The Creative Fire.