I did most of my best writing in the books I published in the ‘80s on a tropical island off the coast of Florida. We had a small beachfront house on pilings on the island’s Bay side, facing the mainland, with an endless supply of fish and blue crabs to catch from the long dock that reached out into the Bay.
Beautiful, David! Great inspiration for those times when the words hold back. Get up! Get out! Fish.
As of tonight I'm not sure what shape the island is in.