I've got this really annoying Shania Twain song stuck in my head.
My Job is kicking my ass today.
I was swimming tonight with a dear friend of mine and the stars were kind of dim because the moon is almost full. I love the view from up there. Her house is so beautiful and the setting was so perfect it made me think of desert living and I have an idea of the next story I want to write or a scene anyway. I enjoy the uniqueness of living in the desert. The heat is searing, the nights in the swimming pool when the monsoon storms begin to blow in are pretty breathtaking.
I want to write but I am exhausted.
I may just have to put it off until tomorrow.