We’re on our annual personal writing retreat in one of our favourite places.

That means a lovely view, a laptop, and words. All day long. We laugh, talk over plot things, nibble, remark on the lovely sunrise/sunset/sky/clouds/water and generally just chill out while getting our word count up.

I could so easily live the life of a full time writer.

Maybe one day.

For now I’ll cherish the week as it comes.

Sunday word count: 4,882.