Sometimes life is dreamy. …

I’m sitting on this beach-house porch all weekend — with my laptop, my hardcopy manuscript, a black pen, and lots of Diet Coke — and writing like some kind of recluse. Ocean breezes are sweeping through, and a fountain is providing a wonderful backdrop.

A gal could get used to this …

(I’d better not, though.)

But for now, life is dreamy. …

This was the super-cute little room where Superman and I stayed:

 We had a door that led straight to the patio:

And this is where I was writing:

Here’s my oldest son writing with me one morning (every writer-mama’s dream):

And here’s the little one in the pool. (‘Cause we did some of that, too.) Note his summer ‘do:

And, of course, being 4th of July weekend, there were flags:

And fireworks:

And sunsets from the pier:

It was a visually and creatively delicious weekend. …

But it’s not over! I have one more day. So I’m going to get back to the mss. … I’m gunning toward the end. … Wish me luck …