Some weeks are whirlwinds. This was one of them, with planes, taxis, hotels and all the rest–four cities and many, many hours of meetings for the day job. These trips are not a frequent occurrence so I try to pack as much as I can into my schedule. This trip ended with a sprint for the last float plane of the day and a prayer that the rain and fog wouldn’t mean another night in the hotel. Happily, the pilot got us home. There is nothing like coming through the door and kicking off work shoes after a stint like that.
Home seems extra cozy after an enforced absence. Right now I’m at my writing desk doing my personal newsletter, drinking tea and listening to the cat snore. Tomorrow the work week starts again, but I’ll be recharged and grounded. In the meantime, I’m reviewing my notes for a dive into my next Corsair’s Cove novella. I believe my newly sharpened sense of place has given me some insight into my heroine, Haley. All experiences are raw material for writers!