Living in Mexico.
Today is day #17 of our winter hiatus in Bucerias, Nayarit. Is it my age or is it the change in climate that has me shaking my head as to how fast those seventeen days have passed? Doesn’t matter. I will gain momentum soon and begin a routine of writing and blogging and whatever else I promised myself I’d do while here. The right schedule will arise in short order.
In fairness, my internet connection has been terrible and I’ve had to stifle my impatience. Which also means I’ve had no excuse for not writing.
That will change. I pledge to finish my current WIP, Shattered and to smooth out any clinks in my Vietnam political thriller, Kiss of the Assassin.
Mexico is a beautiful place with wonderful people. They are gracious, giving, and kind. I can’t tell you how much I love it here. The gardener is even instructing me on the local vegetation.
We’ve renting a small villa inside the botanical gardens of Los Arroyos Verdes, called Casa Manzana.
I expect to do a lot of writing on the quiet terrace.
Or maybe by the communal swimming pool. Yes, it does rain occasionally.
I’m very grateful to be here.