Working by the sea
I'm writing in my journal and a two-legged, feathered visitor drops by. Hard to beat that for cool, I'm thinking. 
I write first in my journal by freewriting with a pencil, then pick up my notebook. If what I've written is good enough, I'll type it into my computer. Sometimes it's worth the trouble. Sometimes it's not.
Every writer's process is as different as each feather on that white egret that just stepped up to my open
door.
Hi, there. Come on in.
