So, I drove down to San Diego today. Traffic was...well...traffic. The 405 and the 5 are two freeways/interstates that I just cannot figure out. Anywho, the scenery made the drive a calm--otherwise, road rage would have ensued.

I am sitting in my hotel room at the moment, thinking about all that I did today. Great weather, great views, great food--I experienced them all. Yet, I am not inspired to write. I am confused. The view of the bay and the marina is usually enough to make me pour out a poem or three, or a short story. Maybe I am too consumed with getting to as many places as possible in the short time that I am here. What else could it be?

I do know that at this rate, the 10/31 deadline that I set for my finished rough draft is a joke! I must do better! Lord help me to focus on my writing. Because as beautiful as the bay is, it cannot complete my work. I has to get better.