Monthly Archives: August 2012
A frosty margarita at the Diana for anyone who can identify this species.
UPDATE: Finally made it all the way to the waterfall without encountering the cabrones!
It happens to all writers. Early in the morning you look at the beautiful prose you wrote yesterday; visual, well structured, rhythmic, perfectly balanced – beautiful! And you say, “Who wrote this garbage!” When I gave a talk to young writers at Kansas State University some years ago, I remember advising them to undertake some no-brainer activity to cleanse the mind and give it another go. The concept really works. Agatha Christie used to say that the best time to plot a new novel is when you’re doing the dishes. Well, of course, I don’t do dishes, so I decided a long walk would have the same benefits. I hiked six miles through the rugged hills on my way to the waterfall with the intention of allowing the music of the cataract to do the job. Never got there. I was suddenly surrounded by the gang of cabrones you see above. And they looked mean. There may have been a cabra or two among the bunch but I wasn’t about to investigate. I ran right back to my work in progress. I don’t know much about goat breeds but I would be eternally grateful if some one out there could identify the gang leader with the big horns.