I get to see this first thing in the morning. All..., week..., long.
I get to see this first thing in the morning. All…, week…, long.

Yes, I’m writing while I’m on vacation. In fact, while I write this, I’m sitting on a huge screened porch, with the view you see in the picture before me. I realize that may seem weird to some of you, but it seems weird to me when I hear folks say they’re taking a week off from writing. I’m not sure if it’s a blessing or a curse, but I can’t not write. Besides, I don’t sleep much past 7 every morning and Diana firmly believes it’s a sin to get up before 9 AM when she doesn’t have to work. That leaves me on my own for few hours every morning and I learned long ago that it’s best I fill idle time with something constructive.

We’re spending the week in Florida, something we try to do a couple of times a year. Since we’re staying at her family’s house, it’s really a cheap getaway. But, we don’t know how much longer it will be available, so we try take advantage of it while we can. I’m not sure why, but something about this place causes the writing jones to hit me harder than usual. Not only that, my creativity seems to kick up a notch or two; I’ve gotten some of the best ideas I’ve ever had sitting on this porch. It may be the setting, the fact that I’m removed from the everyday grind or that I actually have time to think about stuff. Probably a combination of all three. Whatever.

I do think the setting has something to do with the burst of creative energy that occurs every time I’m here. I’ve never been what you’d call a nature-y person. When I was a kid, I hated working in the garden. In fact, a few minutes with a hoe was the worst punishment my parents could’ve doled out and I thank God they never realized that. Those feelings  haven’t improved with age. When my mother and brother discuss horticultural stuff (she’s a certified master gardener and he’s worked in that field for years), it bores me to tears. To be honest, Nature has to do something special to get my attention, like when the leaves change in the fall. It certainly does something special down here.

It’s also interesting to see how the other half lives. This house may not be as big and luxurious as some in the neighborhood, but it’s a step up from my dinky little place. It’s like I live in a slum or anything, but it is definitely an improvement. I mean, I’m on the water (a creek, but the Gulf is close by) and I have this magnificent porch. What more could I ask for?

The past couple of weeks have not been the easiest to get through. Some of the issues you know about, some you don’t and I’m not going to bore you with details. Because of all that, this week will be a welcome respite. Hopefully, when I return to the “real world”, I’ll do so refreshed and ready to take on all sorts of new challenges. Yeah, and monkeys might fly out of my butt.