Somebody has to do this kind of work. I packed up my redlined copy of Dinosaur Wars 2 and my computer, and flew off to Los Cabos, Mexico. Sitting here in my hotel room, I’m just about ready to begin typing those corrections into my manuscript. However, I keep getting distracted by those pesky whales leaping outside the front windows, the warm ocean breezes, the rush of the surf on rocks, the major case of Mexican mellow that has me in its sway. All these annoyances make it hard to concentrate. Or even think.
Maybe a sunbath to try to tint this pale hide.
Maybe a fiesta. Or siesta. Or both.
Maybe a margarita.
I dunno. Maybe I’ll do some work mañana.