It's kind of scary how often my mind travels to the tropics.

Here in the Pacific Northwest, where we dive in fleece undies under our dry suits, and haul an extra 45 pounds to get down...at times is depressing. The overcast skies aren't pretty and the continual dampness seeps into my bones and my brain, and soon it feels like my spirit is sloshing around.

But, when we go to the tropics, my mind, soul and body thrive in the sun, the heat, the sun, and did I mention the sun? I think it's in my DNA; grandma was born in Jamaica after all.

Of course it's costly after awhile, going to Jamaica, Belize, Cayman's. Honduras, Mexico, my husband does his best to fulfill my hunger for the Caribbean, (okay, his hunger too :) ) but we can only go so often.

On days like today, when my writing lags and it's cold and grey outside, and I have on a tank top and a buttoned cardigan over it, the heater is on, and even the gerbera daises and red geraniums cannot make me smile, I go to my tropical state of mind.

Oh, and Island spot on my computer helps too...Kenny Chesney and Jimmy Buffet sing me away... Neal McCoy's My Jamaica is a must. I go to Sport Diver.com and watch videos, imagining it's me with those dolphins, or turtles. I play a slideshow of our dives on my laptop...but seriously all it really accomplishes is totake me away from my writing!

The positive thing about all this is my books have an element of beach/tropics/diving in them and since I am/have done those things it's a good selling point. Write what you know, know what you write. Right??

I am actively pursuing agents now. So pray for me. That I will contact the exact one who is looking for  tales of islands, diving, sailing, sands and seas, just like mine.