Julianne Couch is a versatile writer and the author of one novel, three non-fiction books, one photo-companion, and one essay collection all based on her travels off the beaten track. Julianne's first novel Along the Sylvan Trail was published by Wyoming publisher Sastrugi Press, in 2017. The Small Town Midwest: Resilience & Hope in the Twenty-First Century from U of Iowa was named a 2017 Notable Book by the Kansas State Library. Traveling the Power Line From the Mojave Desert to the Bay of Fundy from U of Nebraska was a Booklist Top 10 title on sustainability, and a finalist for the High Plains book award. Waking Up Western, Julianne's only essay collection, draws on her 20 years of writing about the west. The Jukeboxes & Jackalopes photo companion to Wyoming bars was published by the Wyoming Historical Society, and the original "bar book" from Pronghorn Press is still a top book to be autographed by bartenders around the state! She lives in Bellevue, Iowa, along the Mississippi River. She teaches English and journalism courses for the University of Wyoming, Upper Iowa University, and Sheridan College.
Julianne is often asked if she's "writing any more books." The answer is yes. She's at work on her memoir, tentatively titled Searching for Here: Fencing an Unmapped Mind.
She's also working on uploading short audio clips of readings. Check back soon for excerpts. Meantime, hop over to the Events page and get a listen to a bit of Julianne's original music.
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Private farmland bordered the former railroad property through which the trail stretched, so straying off
was not allowed, but as long as she was willing to keep on the path that had been laid before her, content with this tunnel through the landscape, she could enjoy it at any time, in any season. She adjusted her backpack and started down the switchback section off the far side of the ridge. She was headed to her favorite place, where spring-fed grasses filled a meadow that the cattle could not reach.
--Along the Sylvan Trail, Sastrugi Press, 2017