It’s good to be me.

I’m currently in the middle of a ten day immersion vacation to plot out my new novel Timearang Pirates.  I get up at 5:30 AM. By 6:15 I’m being served the world’s best double-tall split-shot Americano by Corrine or Precious at a cozy Fremont cafe on the shore of the ship canal a mile north of the Seattle Space Needle. I take my seat at my favorite table and work on my story until about 9:30, have some breakfast and go to the gym.  

After a shower, I read source material before and at lunch.  Next, I’m off to the library for two or three more hours of writing.  A couple of late afternoons, I watched relevant films: Master and Commander and The New World.  Around five o’clock I venture out for my last espresso of the day with my friends before returning home for dinner. 

Quelle vie, non?