ON THE HOTEL ROAD WITH MOTHER NATURE & MANUSCRIPT

 Winter announced! First ladylike snow because I can still wear my loafers and jeans. 

I say this as politely as possible: Government stay away from my Genie. The annoyance of conflicting orders robs me of my Aladdin (magic moments). Mental sedation is needed while I edit my next book. I’ve been advised to delete 40,000 words from the 141,780 manuscript. Over three days I deleted 2300 words. My new friend Rose, says, ‘Chop chop, you can do it!”  

I feel like time is stained with interior stoplights, obstructions, and restrictions, within and without.   What happens is subtle, but when so much time is spent on soulless activities, life loses its Aladdin.  Even if you’re sitting on the beach at Turk and Caicos, dining al fresco with perfectly agreeable friends, and swirling in jets of aromatic succulents, I think our souls ache for simple genuine, honesty.