Hey guys. Just a little update: the arctic is amazing. It’s cold (but surprisingly warm), it’s beautiful, it’s quiet, and it’s just overall fantastic. (I’m not overly fond of the midnight sun, but ah well.)
Of course, I miss my wife. A lot. She misses me too, but overall we’re doing pretty good. It’s different this time (we’ve lived apart before), and we’re handling it awesomely. But that doesn’t mean that it’s not a bit rough some days.
When I’m not talking to her, I’m working, working out, or writing. I plan to spend a lot of time outdoors, both through work and on my free time, but right now it’s mud season, and I haven’t had my rifle training yet. (Yes, that’s a thing, there’s polar bears here – you’re not allowed to leave town without at least one rifle in your party.)
So while I’m waiting for the snow to melt and the mud to dry up so I can hike around, I’m writing. I’ve gotten into a pretty decent schedule, drafting a new book while I await feedback on one that’s basically finished. It’s awesome, it’s going so well right now. I don’t feel like it is when I sit down to do it, but when I’m knee-deep in it, it’s great (please hold this against me).
I’ve also, for some reason become inspired to write more short stories. Both in the sense that I’m inspired to write more short stories in general, and to write about this place. This vast, icy desert… it does something to you. I’m not sure how to describe it (cue joke about Trey sucking at description), but it’s very unique. Tranquil, is a good word I suppose.
Point being, I’m writing more short stories. I’ve set aside one day a week to do that, and I like the change of pace.
All in all, with the exception of missing my wife terribly, this new deal is pretty great. I’m in a beautiful place, and the change of scenery has really made me more motivated to write. I can live with this.