Two cute boys with freckles, and a memory from the 1970s …

Hi, friends and readers:

I last posted at the early hour of 4:30 AM, a victim of insomnia, which is normally never a problem for me. I guess I’m still adjusting to a different schedule, now that I am home from my Maine vacation. In any event, I returned to bed around six AM, for a two-hour nap.

I’m afraid I did not take my usual  morning beach walk; by the time I rose the sun was scorching the beach and I didn’t feel like sweating my buns off, so I stayed in the air conditioning and worked on my latest book. The book is coming along nicely, though I have no idea where the story is headed.

Does that sound strange? I suppose it might, but I am what is called a “seat-of-the-pants” writer. I never prepare an outline of whatever story I am writing. I start with a character and a problem, and take it from there. Eventually, my characters take over and they’ll tell me where they want to go and what they wish to to do. Sometimes, I’ll argue with my characters, but they usually get their way.

Were you alive in the early 1970s? Then you’ll recognize the bumper sticker at left.

I was a college student at the time, and I did my fair share of hitchhiking and smoking marijuana. In fact, I once hitchhiked from Florida to San Francisco and back, no kidding. I did the whole trip on one hundred dollars. The trip was pretty amazing. People let me stay in their homes and fed me meals. Would such an adventure be possible today? I don’t know. I did supply my rides with grass and gas, but never ass. Looking back, maybe I should have. Oh, well, hindsight ….

As I said, today will be extremely hot in west central Florida. Outdoor activities will not be advisable for the sane, so I’ll stay indoors and tend to writing matters. My boyfriend has the day off and we’re having a dinner date tonight, just the two of us. We try to do this at least once a month, to treat ourselves, and I’m sure we’ll enjoyu the meal.

Afterward, we may go dancing at our local gay club. It’s “Long Island Iced Tea Night” there, which always draws a crowd. It’s been a while since we’ve danced, and I miss it. Am I a good dancer? Hell, no. But I enjoy it anyway. Listen, you can’t let lack of coordination and rhythm stop you from having fun. Right?

Have a nice Thursday, everyone.

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