Finally getting my desk cleared. Of course, every time I go to the Post Office, there's MORE junk to go through. I find, now that I'm 65 and have Medicare, that the government has a lot more to say to me. Mostly, I have to figure out ways to market my book, since I learned, with Volume One, that the traditional ways are no longer functional. You can't, like John Grisham did with his first novel, A Time to Kill, just pile boxes of books into the trunk of your car and drive to all the bookstores. Sucks, but that's the way it is, in the age of on-line purchasing. You gotta join the herd. So I'm trying some new things: get a couple of good reviews from people whose opinion counts, try to get a distributor, then select specific venues to court. It's all new, so I'm going to see how successful I'll be this time around.
Seems clear to me - if we don't learn to love our home, we're going to lose it—or at least access to it, as IT will most likely survive us, if not entirely intact. So the primary goal of this website is to engender curiosity about something in nature—anything, whether it's an amoeba or the oceans. Whatever does it for you —get active, if you can, or get interested and support, if you're like me and are not able or inclined to tromp around in the woods.
I am an artist and writer, living off grid, in a strawbale house on the high mesa near Taos, New Mexico. I have four cats, and live amongst a variety of wildlife including, but not limited to: coyote, pronghorn antelope, elk, endless bunnies and jackrabbits (and myriad other rodents), ravens, mountain bluebirds, rattlesnakes, and tarantula.
The cats stay in, everything else stays out.