I’m working on Unholy Seduction, trying to complete it this month, but not sure that’s going to happen. I’m doing the physical requirement of sitting in front of my computer, but problem is, I’m looking out the window more often than the computer screen, wanting to grab my keys and take off. Not sure where, but I just want to go. Restless feet, I guess. Or restless spirit, which is a more appropriate phrase since I’m writing a ghost story – or supposed to be writing.
I’d love to be traveling the country, seeing everything I can, but here I am at my desk, dreaming of the day when I can simply take off. I love the sight and sound of the ocean waves crashing on the shore, so I want to drive up the coast of California, see Big Sur, Carmel. I also want to see the east coast as well and have one of those crab bakes on the sand. I want fresh lobster right from the ocean, and I want enough of it so I’m not filling up on salad and potato, saving the lobster for last. I want to see the Everglades – in winter, tho. Mosquitoes and other insects that love to feed on me doesn’t thrill me. Or reptiles. I like to look at them when they’re behind thick glass. Niagara Falls is high on my list, have been fascinated by them since I saw Niagara with Marilyn Monroe as a child. I want to see everything.
Sometimes I wonder if it’ll ever happen, but in order to keep the dream alive, I must keep writing. I’ll eventually finish the novel, maybe not this month if the wanderlust keeps up, but soon. Then I’ll feel proud of myself, something I need to keep me going.