Just one thing, but it is part of what is bothering me a bit about this trip.
I’m not writing.
Usually, the change of scenery and ocean air results in hours of writing while I’m down here. Sure, it’s stuff that never sees the light of day, but stories just come tumbling out of my head.
This year – nothing. Not even the glimmer of an idea.
Because you’d think this view would definitely do something: