This post is coming to you from my private ocean-side cabin.
The one in my head.
In reality, I'm in a shed in my backyard.
I call it a shed because it was built by an outfit called The Shed Shop, but it's much more than a shed. It has a real door and windows and electricity and wi-fi access.
I like to think of it as a rustic beach cabin, though. That's why I have a window-size picture of Haystack Rock on Cannon Beach, Oregon, hanging on the wall.
But I also have a bulletin board covered with postcards from New Mexico. I'm working on a novel set in Taos and the postcards are supposed to put me in a New Mexico frame of mind. Not sure how well that has worked but it hasn't hurt. The novel is coming along nicely.
The cabin ... I mean, shed ... was my wife's idea and has provided a very real retreat ever since it went up last year.
Thanks, Joanne. I never would have done it without you.