As the weekend comes rolling towards us all, I will have the next few days to think about the book idea I’ve carried for years, the general attack plan, and the cool idea my daughter gave me to help me avoid plowing my literary ATV off the Deux ex machina cliff.
But I am also packing my gear for the McCloud River. Saturday, the only blogging I might be capable of will be from Floyd’s Frosty—the sole hamburger joint in that little town that brags its Bison Burger.
And that’s always a mere probability, because the WordPress app for the iPhone is an appallingly-horrible venture into the unweildy and traumatic. I can lose formatting quicker than I could drown at Ash Camp.
Beyond that, I’ll be in the woods with the Bears.