musée mia burrus

Things get messy

Stories about my father and his ranch, which I started a year ago, have been scribbled down, typed up, workshopped, ordered, illustrated and made whole. Now my beta readers weigh in with their suggestions, knocking me off my high horse and back to earth. The last time I was knocked off a high horse was in fact on the ranch fifty years ago or so. The feeling is the same. The need to get back in the saddle is the same.