I remember quite vividly a week-end getaway about 30 years ago when I visited Boca Grande on Florida’s western coast. I had found a wonderful book on how to write and I was reading it during my vacation. There were some very tropical looking condo’s close to the ocean and I kept thinking how perfect it would be to live by the sea and write novels.
It took awhile, but now that is my life. This hit me yesterday morning when I walked over to the ocean (1 block), sat on a totally empty beach (see picture), and read the 3rd draft of my 4th novel. Everything I had wanted so many years ago has come true. Amazing!