You want to know what the hardest day of the week is?
After a week’s vacation at the beach.
There is something about the ocean that beckons when my soul needs to relax and rejuvenate. It’s a place where I can freely toss my thoughts to flow on the slight breeze fragrant with coconut & saltwater. Sometimes they return full of warmth & purpose; other times they drift off on the wing of a gull never to return.
The beach, with sunrise passage of dolphin pods to evening strolls through cool sand, is my solace.
I always picture myself clicking away the next novel while close to an open window, where the flick of soft sheers to the back of my chair would ensure I not settle in my seat for so long the sound of crashing surf became white noise.
When I think of writing, I think of the ocean. When I think of the ocean, I think of writing.
So this particular Monday is finding me writing….yet longing for the whisper of surf to float through my window.