I’ll be honest: I wasn’t planning to write today.
I was going to bag it.
In fact, I just went up the hill for a little walk, planning to come down and write a chapter for my novel.
(I got one in yesterday, as it had been a few weeks.)
Little did I know, but my phone dinged, and my son, texting from High School, LMK that my first major story with HuffPost had dropped.
And indeed it had.
I got a screenshot from a 15 year old, because I was using exercise, sunshine, and blue sky to juice my creativity.
Instead, I had to pivot to promotion-mode, and drop the news on FB, Twitter and IG.
Hopefully, I’ll rally, and still get that chapter in.
But I’ve been working on this story since August, so today is a big day indeed.
One day, I’ll share more details, and images.
Because my time at Wild West City was both fascinating, and dense.
Today, though, is all about the story we told at HuffPost, using photographs and good-old-fashioned writing.
No video or audio.
(Not that I have anything against those media. I love them too.)
It all began when I learned of Wild West City’s existence, randomly, because I clicked on Larry Storch’s obituary in the NYT.
(Then I called my cousin Jordan, b/c I knew he’d remember “F Troop,” from those god-awful reruns. And so he did.)
I guess I chose to write this post because I’m buzzing, finally seeing something that took so much work come to fruition.
Will the world like it?
Will it register as a blip in the Great Internet Content Machine?
Stay tuned.
Sunshine and Olly 
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