I’m still editing the second draft of my second thriller. Sigh. It’s slow going on sunny summer days with a strong sea breeze flowing freely between open windows, waves crashing over rocky shores and birds chirping. I spend so much time looking at sailboats circling small islands outside my window, even my villains are starting to go soft.
This will not do. I close the windows, pull my blinds and try to think dark thoughts. After all, I’ve promised myself to finish the rewrite this month.
It works until I see a pale tint of orange seeping in between the wooden blind slats in my room. This does me in. I close my laptop and go outside to marvel at a sunset more dramatic than I can possibly describe.