We finished a tough shoot—twenty-eight days in the desert, drenched in searing light—and I was tired of it. I told my family I needed a break and went to the dark side of the moon. Spent a week in the blackness. Met lots of interesting creatures. Did you know massive three-headed beasts scamper around those inky craters? Neither did I. They were pretty friendly. Even so, I was wary of them at first. Eventually we got to be buddies, romping around on the moon. I forgot my work. Didn’t even care that I left my camera at home.
I’m a novelist, poet, and short story writer living in the Desert Southwest.
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