I’ve not been serious about my writing lately. It’s as if I’ve come to a crossroad and I’ve got to make a decision. Do I want to be a serious writer? Or do I want to spend my time reading other people’s work while I travel? My question back to these are, Why can’t I do both? I love writing. I love itl when the words flow and the story is clear in my mind. I even love the beginning when the story is nothing but “what ifs.” I’m not a big fan of TV, though I do watch a few shows. So that’s not a time drain. My true problem is all the places in the world calling my name. I’ve even thought of selling everything, buying an RV and traveling the lower 48. That way I’d have an office to work in between driving from one place to another. But I’ve also dreamed of winning the Power Ball. I’m old enough to know the difference between dreams and reality. So, back to MS Word and my latest WIP. I’ll dream later.