I spent the weekend at the beach.
Allow me to expand on that.
I spent Valentine’s Day weekend at the beach, in a room with a sunken whirlpool tub and the softest, fluffiest bed you’ve ever felt. I opened my door to the balcony and that picture above is what I saw.
And I was there all alone because I was writing.
Let no one question my dedication to my craft. Or my pathetic love life.
The important thing here, is that I got a huge amount of work done until a blizzard chased me back home (that was all kinds of crazy) and Traveler is just about ‘in the can.’
That alone is great, but it’s even better because I love what it’s become. I FREAKING LOVE IT SO HARD.
And I’m hoping you will, too.
