My name is Travis Truax, and I am a writer living in Bozeman, Montana. I earned my bachelor’s degree in English—humbly, I confess, and without accolades—from Southeastern Oklahoma State University in 2010. In the fall of 2011 I finished one semester of graduate school before I ran away, overwhelmed by my snowballing student loan debt. With that large and ballooning fear, a car, and loose feet, I spent several years working in some of the national parks out west, including Yellowstone, Zion and Olympic. My writing has appeared in various journals and magazines: Quarterly West, Hippocampus, High Desert Journal, Barnstorm, Gravel, Split Rock Review and Raleigh Review—among others.

Post-college, with my twenties behind me—an epoch spent in such sundry positions as housekeeper, landscaper, wedding caterer, writing tutor and property manager—I thought I would try tackling a blog. (I understand I am late to the game.)

This, then, is how you’ve found me: trying my damnedest, reading my damnedest, writing my damnedest—all from a little valley in Montana, ninety miles north of Yellowstone.