A cabin by the sea…

I spent last weekend editing Doesn’t Take a Crystal Ball and A Psychic Couldn’t See It. I read and read and read until I thought my eyeballs would fall out.

The books still aren’t where I’d like them to be, and I’m sure there are a few embarrassing typos in each one, but they’ll have to do. For my sanity, I can’t read them one more time.

The minute I finished the books, I sent them off to a formatter so I can put the new versions online.

Once my obsessive editing was done, I discovered I have a new dream: I really want to live in a log home.

I admit that’s an odd dream. I’m not sure where it came from. Then again, I don’t know where the writing dream came from.

That desire to own a log cabin is strong. I’m already mentally decorating it.

Owning a log home is not always going to be just a dream. I’ve decided that I am going to buy one. I don’t know when or how, but I’m going to do it. I don’t see myself settling for anything else.

There’s a slight problem with the plan.  I also want to live on the beach. You don’t see many log cabins on the beach.

I guess that means I’ll have to buy a beach home and a log cabin.  If I’m going to dream, might as well dream big!

Before you guys know it, you’ll be reading my post about the amazing new log house I bought!

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