Back country living, somewhat reclusive, self sufficient, driven to write. 

Winters are long and quiet up here. When there's four feet of snow on the ground and its forty below, I find myself drifting to all those stories in my mind. Last winter I  decided to start writing them down. Beliefs, understandings, theories, personal histories all twisted in with my vivid imagination.

Feel free to critique, a professional writer I'm not. Maybe someday, Maybe not. Whatever happens, this is fun.