I'm taking a brief break from a huge project. I'm a third of the way in to a creative non-fiction piece that I'm adoring. It's not going exactly how I'd imagined, but that's okay. I'm learning buckets about a family of settlers in the area I grew up. I don't believe I'm related to them in any way, but they are fascinating. They were Scandinavian, as is my father's family, and they built beautiful granaries that 140 years later are both standing and structurally sound. I'm also learning about their complex romantic life. The husband married three sisters and there was no shortage of affection with either of them. These women were having babies one right after another. I can't imagine, but in some ways it's endearing. How this will tie in with me and my family I'm not quite sure at this point, but the research is right up my alley. This is the stuff I love to write.
I texted a hello and continued good luck to Empedocles, but since I didn't ask a question he hasn't responded. Just as well. Skittish boy.
Gaute Eric Hogan granary, Lewiston, Utah