Isn't this so beautiful and relaxing?
It's our beach. We're lucky to have a beach, I suppose, and a five minute's walk from our house. Unfortunately, I didn't take this picture, for two reasons.
First, because I take awful pictures.
Second, because I was holed up in the house either writing, thinking about writing, procrastinating about writing, or listening to music (in order to brainstorm for writing).
Life resembles my mom's tea bag more than my beach paradise, however.
I need to write 1,500 words tonight in order to squeak by and achieve my goal, much less work ahead.
And I just now remembered that I had a word war scheduled two minutes ago.
Go and write, people.