Face The World Once More

When I get frustrated with the writing life I escape by dreaming of my perfect vacation. I think about maybe finding an Orlando vacation rental and combing the beaches for seashells. It sounds so Hemmingway'esque. What a wonderful source of inspiration and rejuvination it would be. Walking along blue water shores and listening to the lapping of the waves. Watching seagulls play above the water. Laying in my room at night and listening to the ocean as it lulls me to sleep. Just thinking about it makes me feel better a lot of the time, and ready to face the publishing world once more.