Wide Open

A lovely meadow and horizon from wikicommons. Properly, these are moors down below.

I'm working in the close confines of my WIP lately longing for those white-page days when the future is wide open and nothing need fit with anything else.

There is a beauty in wide open spaces and, for me, a beauty in the first blank page.

I'm making notes on the next story, though.

Have to keep the canvas filled.

Need something to keep notes in? Shinola.

Beats Moleskin all to hell. (That's a Hemingway-ism. I'm practicing my pontificating. Next I'll practice my drinking in the afternoon.)