“One not so dusty cowboy…”

This week I attended the writing retreat in Hermosa, South Dakota. The house I stayed in was outfitted for writers, complete with refrigerator poetry magnets. I found the clever, intriguing line about the cowboy while reaching for my milk.

The whole house was full of inspiration – from the magnets to the vast, eclectic library. I wrote for two days by a window overlooking a pasture. I saw a great horned owl, rabbits and prairie chickens.

The morning I left, it was -17! I was glad my car even started!

In all, the days at the retreat were wonderful. I have a renewed sense of purpose and focus with the projects I am writing currently.

Plus, I can’t wait to get home and see Roxy and John!

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