I’m thrilled to be sitting under the Tiki Hut enjoying the glorious view in front of me: The soothing ebb and flow of the ocean’s waves, just strong enough to produce small amounts of frothy water rolling up onto the beach. Above it a royal blue sky with barely a cotton-ball cloud and the salty air tickles my fancy. It’s so visually stunning that even in 98 degree weather I feel goose-bumps up and down my tan arms.
Carol, the hostess with the mostess, suggested I bring along my laptop, knowing my creative muse would surely kick in after I arrived. She knows her stuff and never fails to impress me.
But first, I order a peach iced tea, made with fresh peaches just flown in from Georgia, poured over a tall glass of crushed ice. And for a little brain food, I choose tropical trail mix.
Ahhhh, I could live here the rest of my life.
I know why I’m here, though: To Write! I’m in the minority of Carol’s visitors this summer. I have not completed my book yet: my memoir. It haunts me but in a bittersweet sense. I want to write it. I want to finish it. I’m not afraid to do it. I’ve been talking about it for more years than I care to admit. I have a confession. I have difficulty focusing. What? I’m not the only one? Sheesh, I sure feel better!
I’m still working on the title for my memoir. One idea is:
Bye for now. I have my laptop at hand, and sense scathingly brilliant words ready to emerge.
You can learn more about Becky by visiting her blog: www.beckypovich.blogspot.com.