Well, right now I’m reading about how to write this book all over again. How does one not go crazy doing that? Seems a bit daunting. So im organizing my thoughts all over again. Making notes, and changing my mind a lot. See none of this I can really get much help on. Maybe you could sit with me while I think?
Sure! You might want to let it sit for a while before you hack it up. It’s natural to hack novels up. Nick writes and writes and writes…I bet he’s written over a million words! Definitely give it a lot of thought.
My great grandfather used to travel this road, and trail with horses. He brought boulders and lumber down the Hessie Trail located in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. In an effort to help build roads that lead to Boulder. This trail has been walked by generations of my family. I adore the area.
My grandparents had a farm in Saskatchewan. Then after the dirty thirties they moved back to a farm in Ontario. I remember walking with my uncle and grandfather as we took the cattle out to pasture in the morning and back again in the evening. That was what the trail reminded me of.
Leslie
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
This one will definitely pray; I think preach too.
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What a beautiful compliment, Richard. Thank you so much. I think I will pray with you. Preach it, Brother. 🙂
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Good one!
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Thank you. Simple. 🙂
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I love this hopeful, playful path, Aud!
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Thank you, my dear. ♡ A smile for you.. 🙂
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Love what this poem is about. It’s better not to reflect sometimes. Only sometimes.
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Reflecting is my job. I need people around me that get stuff done. You need to stop reflecting so we can get things accomplished. *smirks*
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Okay, then. What needs done?
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*sparkles brightly* Thanks for asking. Too much, I fear.
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Let’s start with the most important.
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Well, right now I’m reading about how to write this book all over again. How does one not go crazy doing that? Seems a bit daunting. So im organizing my thoughts all over again. Making notes, and changing my mind a lot. See none of this I can really get much help on. Maybe you could sit with me while I think?
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Sure! You might want to let it sit for a while before you hack it up. It’s natural to hack novels up. Nick writes and writes and writes…I bet he’s written over a million words! Definitely give it a lot of thought.
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I will. Poor Nick…you pick on him a lot. Does he pick on you, too?
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Constantly. It’s part of what makes us such great friends.
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As it should be, Duke. I only pick on those I adore.
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Yes, me too!
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*smiles*
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Looks like a good path to me. 🙂
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Yes, it leads to great moments, Gus. Thank you… 😉
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That’s just it. Leave the past in the past and live in the present of walking forward.
🙂
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Yes, exactly, Staci!! ♡
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Loving this, Audrey. Lead the way! I will follow you! Love, Amy
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Thank you, Amy! 🙂 ♡
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You are welcome, Audrey!!! xx
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🙂 ♡Hugs
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Lovely old trail. Could be a farmers field where the wagons and tractors would have gone.
Leslie
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Leslie, it is actually just that in a way…
My great grandfather used to travel this road, and trail with horses. He brought boulders and lumber down the Hessie Trail located in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. In an effort to help build roads that lead to Boulder. This trail has been walked by generations of my family. I adore the area.
Have a great day,
Audrey
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My grandparents had a farm in Saskatchewan. Then after the dirty thirties they moved back to a farm in Ontario. I remember walking with my uncle and grandfather as we took the cattle out to pasture in the morning and back again in the evening. That was what the trail reminded me of.
Leslie
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I love that it brought those memories back to you, Leslie. Sounds beautiful.
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Many good memories there. Thank you.
Leslie
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