Golden Falls

I stood at the base of Golden Falls and wasn’t really listening to the sound of this majestic wonder of Oregon nature. Instead, I was writing furiously in my mind a novel where Golden Falls would play a transforming role in the life of a homeless veteran of the Iraq War. Actually, I wasn’t only writing it in my mind, but was also taking notes and writing dialogue on a scratch pad. Everything was coming so fast I could barely keep up. I previously had the idea of a Christmas tale about this character and vaguely this setting, but then I took the long and narrow drive up the mysterious Millicoma River east of Coos Bay and saw the Silver and Golden Falls and knew I would expand the idea well beyond a mere tale.

I can’t recall a story exploding into my consciousness like this before.

Now to write it up and see where it goes.