There’s a bird sitting outside my window this morning, just chirping away. My guess would be that it’s either singing sweet nothings to its partner, or telling off a squirrel… not sure!

It rained off an on all day yesterday and into the night, making for quite a good nights sleep, what with all the steady pitter patter of rain, hitting the RV’s roof above our heads. When I sleep this well, the odds are pretty good that I’ll sleep in the next day… and I did!

The only down side to sleeping in, for me, is I wake up with a head all full of fluff, just like Winnie the Pooh. I’m on my second cup of coffee, pulling out the big guns and adding chocolate with this one. I don’t mind, as I’m discovering the side effects of writing full time, often show up in my sleep… in a good way. I feel like my sleep patterns began to change, almost over night… no pun intended!

For now, at least, I’ve taken a sabbatical from my usual late night Overthinkers Anonymous group. I’m just too busy! From the time I awake in the morning, my brain begins the daily juggle of writing both online here, and fully immersing myself in the novel I’ve been writing. Add to that, making time for walks along the river, daily chores and meals. Sometimes, I wonder how fast I could turn this novel out, if I were left on a beach somewhere, in total isolation. How do the big dogs do it?

Some days I go so deep into the imaginary world created within the story, I forget to feed and water the troops… that would be my husband and myself. I’ll reheat the same cup of tea until the bag that’s been floating around in the water comes apart, sending bits of tea leaves all over the cup. By the time I realize that I’ve neglected to feed myself, my blood sugars drop and I have to suck on a spoon of peanut butter to level back out! Still, it’s crazy fun!

The downside to living in our current environment while trying to write a novel… is distractions! They don’t even have to be big ones, maybe the neighbors Karaoke performances, my husband moving around the RV doing things, or simply a fly that got in through the broken screen door.

On days like these, I find myself dreaming of what it would be like if somehow I were gifted an all expenses paid stay at a beach side bungalow, with nothing but a little bicycle for trips to the local market. I could awake each morning to the sound of the surf, with Gulls calling to one another, as they look for their morning meal.

Walks along the beach would follow my morning cup of coffee. Only after I’d enjoyed watching the waves for a time, sitting on the porch in my jammies, would I then decide to make a day of things. I could write for hours, taking an occasional break for either a swim, or a bike ride into the local seaside town. In case your wondering, my daydream comes with one of those adorable baskets on the front of the bicycle, for bits and bobs I’ve discovered at the market.

My only daydream dilemma is choosing whether I prefer to wake up with the sun rise while sipping coffee,

or watch the sun go down with a glass of wine, as I sit wrapped in a velvety soft, lavender scented blanket.

East Coast? West Coast? Greece? I could sit here all day, thinking this stuff up… but there’s writing to get done, so I best wrap these thoughts up.

I have come to the conclusion that with an imagination like mine, I was born to be a writer… it just seems to fit!