As I get ready to launch the latest book in the Rocky Mountain Front series, Coming Home, I am enjoying the peace and quiet of a small town in Utah next to the Wyoming border. As I sit in my office (which doubles as our bed), I can see green fields stretched out to the edge of a series of canyons. Within those canyons lay the waters of the dammed Green River.
RV parks are funny. They significantly change with the people who occupy them. We’ve been here for almost two weeks and have endured the partiers next door (who thankfully left a few days ago), a park packed to the gills with everyone coming and going, and now the quiet peace of a few people who are as quiet as we are. People are smiling and waving more now, less intent on their own goals and desires.
We prefer it this way. I don’t know if it makes people more considerate, but one can hope. At least their aren’t people who leave their outside lights on, without thinking how it may pour into the windows of the RV less than ten feet away. Or those who think their yappy dogs are cute (only when they are quiet, folks). I realize I am becoming curmudgeonly in some ways, but I figure at my age I’m allowed. Just as I’m allowed to speak my truth. :-))
My truth threads my novels, as do my beliefs, although I work hard to balance what I think with other people’s ideas. In Coming Home, the veterans are struggling to fit in, as many do in our country. My belief is we, and that includes me, can do a better job of welcoming them home.