I spent some time in paradise writing as the ultimate gift to myself. Big Sur is the most beautiful place I've found in America and I ache for the waft of evergreens and redwoods with every breeze. I holed up in a cabin here with one batch of red beans and rice, a french press and coffee, and a few bottles of red wine. I wrote an ending to my novel but it needs reworking, of course, and I outlined a new story that takes place during the Civil War. I'm hopelessly bound back into the past; it's just my thing.
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