Sun-Kissed

How does time feel like forever on some days?? It seems as if so much has crawled past me in a few days that I can't even remember the last time I wrote. When was my last poem? My last jotted thought? My last note, my last attempt? And whatever happened to my novel? Yes, I said novel. I'm not even alcohol consuption legal and I'm attempting a novel.
Although these days it seems as if just about everyone is writing a novel, but only if you're the daughter of someone famous or have connections can you get it published. Doesn't keep me from trying though.

I've discovered though I have trouble writing in the Midwest. My muse is the Ocean waves. I miss my summer. My mornings at the beach, my 'early riser' beach diner breakfast for $3.95. I miss the sun and the sea breeze. I miss my sun-kissed freckles, my natural tan. I hate having to dry my hair straight when I used to let the salt water create the waves. I even miss the sand collecting in every crevice of my car and house and clothes. Most days I just miss it.

Life is good and simple in the Midwest but it's just different than the shore.