Sunday morning. Just got to the coffee stand. All the regulars know me here now. I am the writer who comes in every day and sits and writes in her notebook and drinks the iced mocha. I feel so welcome here.

I could definitely write a book…

Last night was sufficiently weird. I’m glad I came home alone. Too much on my mind to entertain all of these weird characters… like Canadian MAGAs. What is that?

Spent the rest of the evening sitting alone watching Too Much on Netflix (for the third time). I’m here for all the Britishisms. It’s even funnier now that I’ve had my own ridiculous experience with a British Guy. Check that one off the Bucket List!

So hilarious. Meanwhile, I’m staring at a pile of plans and brainstorms and half-finished articles and a blog that makes no sense but finally feels like it’s on the right track.

I just stopped for a moment and thought, “Oh right, I am in Thailand now. I actually have real material to make this plan work. I should be doing this right now.”

Clearly I was distracted. Now I’m not distracted, so I am working again. This is what I’m working on. Bumming around Bangkok collecting stories from this crazy bar and writing them down in the morning at the coffee shop. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

At least now I’m settled into a routine. This is where I am for the next month at least, perhaps even two. It all depends on how the job thing shakes out. Either way, I am here to be a writer and I have a whole plan and I need to focus on that.

I’m going to write it all out by hand now. Then I put it up online. That way works easier for me sometimes… especially when I am feeling disorganized, like right now.

It’s good to be here in the SEA…