Where does a mother of 3 write?

In the car of course!

Twice now I have hit the road with Aidan and my writing notebook in hand. He falls asleep - I park and write. He wakes up, we go for a stroll. Today, we went downtown and I parked within walking distance of the harbour. I wrote half a chapter before he woke up.

We walked about, saw lots of dogs (his favourite animal, by far), saw lots of gulls, chatted with some tourists, then shared some fries that we bought at a fish and chip stand. We sat on the pier with all the other munchers, and watched the boats bobbing in the water. I was thankful for the opportunity to write, and share the after-writing high with Aidan in such a beautiful place. No wonder so many artists live here.