Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
The house we’re planning to build up in the Sierra foothills is slowly starting to take shape. Above is the architect’s 3D rendering of the current design (click for a slightly larger view), which shows the house on a barren, post-apocalyptic hellscape. The actual site is full of oak and pine trees, thank goodness.
Some time ago, my wife and I realized that we are hermits, so this is going to be the crowning glory of our isolationist instincts. We’ll be blissfully nestled among the trees, with five acres surrounding us and — I never knew I wanted one so bad! — a gate. No more Fuller Brush men showing up at the door unannounced. No more Jehovah’s Witnesses trying to save our souls. No more greedy little sugar addicts driving the dog nuts on Halloween.
Oh, how we’re going to love it!
As you might be able to make out, the front façade is a huge garage door. Bet on it: that thing’s going to be wide open almost all the time. There’s a small deck out front, and a large one on the side, with a view of the mountains to the east.
Views. I guess they’re okay. I just keep thinking of the kick-ass writing I’m going to get done up there!