I own a house on a beach in the Bahamas. It’s a great place to hole up and write. No heat, no air con­di­tion­ing, no tele­vi­sion. Warmed by the sun, cooled by breezes, enter­tained by sun­ris­es and sunsets.

What a win­ter! The snow shov­el nev­er came out of the shed until after St. Pad­dy’s Day. A few swipes with a broom was almost all it took to keep the dri­ve­way and walks clear.