March 10, 2010

This morning, as every morning here, I'm sitting high in my turret overlooking Puerto Vallarta and Banderas Bay. And it is glorious. But not too glorious to keep me from writing, which is what I've been doing since I arrived. Odd, though, to be thinking up ingenious ways for my characters to be murdered while watching waves and whales and sailboats going past on a perfect blue sea. Hasta la vista, baby.