When I was 12 years old, I told my friends and family that I was going to go live in a little cabin in the woods in Alaska and write books. I ended up in Alaska a lot sooner than I thought I would. I bought a one-way ticket to Fairbanks (from Portland, OR) when I was 19. I’d never been there before.
What changed my the-next-80-years-in-Alaska mentality was going to Clarion. I was 20 years old, and I thought, “How can I settle on Alaska when I haven’t really seen the rest of the world yet?”
Turns out, you can write books *anywhere.*
So this is my odyssey. See the rest of the world. And go. Back to Alaska.
Get myself a couple of dogs.
And a cabin overlooking the Kenai River. Yea.
