Ahhh...It looks like life might be settling into enough of a routine to let me write a minimum of 2 hours a day...It's actually fairly quiet here at the moment (with only Friend Hubby bugging me about answers for his crossword puzzle), the windows open, the only noise from outside being from the wind chimes, birds, and an occasional vehicle passing by. (Darn! That UPS truck kept going! No goodies today!)

I rode my bike to the post office this morning (a 5 mile round trip), only to discover a large envelope from a publisher, sending back my query letter and first two chapters of my novel. That's always a little disheartening. But I have to have faith that it will eventually sell. After all, if a writer, painter, musician doesn't believe in herself/himself and their art, in their ability to get it right, why bother? You'd be better off getting a job as a CPA or tax attorney, something with a steady paycheck and a semi-rigid set of rules.

Over the weekend, Friend Hubby and I started a second bag of coffee from Boca Java; this one is called Late Night Log In. (I swear they have writers working for them!) The bag describes it as "a very bold, dark roasted blend...rich with flavor and...a smooth finish." They definitely have that right. It has a mellow, almost smokey taste to it...Definitely something I can handle while writing. (Hmmm...here I am on the west coast of Florida, windows open, letting the breeze in, while writing the Great American Novel, a mug of Late Night Log In, a plate of brownies or fruit, some jazz on the stereo...Yup, definitely the life...