Today was my first day back to work since before Christmas. Oh, it was tough to go back. I found myself wishing my bills would pay themselves so I could stay home. After a full day, I wondered how I manage to write at all after work. Still, I did it, quite possibly because I’m working on a summertime story that takes place at a beach somewhere.

January is a tough month. I figure I’ll do whatever it takes to get me through it, even if it means writing about the beach.

I’d rather be there, but this is the next best thing.