Writer

The other day over excessively priced beer and bowl of French Onion Soup, I asked a friend of mine what his brother was up to. He replied that his brother was writing.

I'm jealous. I feel as I've heard the phrase, "Oh, he's taking some time off to write" several times in my life, and I've always wondered what that would look like for me.

I want to take some time off, move to a one room bungalow on the coast of a Spanish Island, you know, the ones with only a hanging sheet for a door. I want to emerge each sunny morning wearing sandals and a loose shirt buttoned up only half way...

And write.