Scott D. McLean, MD

Last January I retired from practice as a clinical geneticist and now am in a gap year before starting in earnest on another path – writing: non-fiction, poetry, fiction – in 2025.

Two weeks ago we reunited with Milton, our 2023 Ford Transit Trail campervan, now upfitted by Vanture Customs. Since then we have been conducting sea trials, as it were – an extended road trip through about a dozen states so far, currently Washington. Tonight we’ll attend the P!nk concert at the Tacoma Dome.

Daily journal. Life is complex. Documentation and reflection continue to stretch the muscles of both perception and creativity.

Some of my MFA applications are getting decisions. Of the 6 programs to which I have applied, 2 acceptances, 4 pending. I may apply to one more program later this month. This time next year I will be studying in a low-residency MFA in writing. But first, coffee.

The photo this week was taken at a farm in Johnsonville, NY, just before the gloaming. The earthy smell of hay, the bovine conversations of the early evening hung in the air. Wisps of cirrus in the high western sky. It was a quiet night.