I get up around six and walk until my Fitbit beeps “2 miles”. I grab the paper from the holder and head inside to stretch and listen to podcasts until my lovely host family wakes up. She grabs the cereal and I warm the muffins. He pours the milk and I brew the coffee. We say our usual “good mornings and how did you sleeps”, but before long we’re deep into our breakfasts and our pick of the various puzzles in the newspaper. They are more of a “word puzzle” type of couple – I more of a "numbers puzzle" kind of person, so while they unscramble words and devise phrases to describe a featured cartoon, I solve the daily Sudoku.
When you finally realize that it's time to stop hiding all of your word adventures in stacks of secret notebooks you then realize that the only real barrier between your "Unknown Author" life and the "World-Famous Blogger" life is the dreaded name game. You know the one where you try like crazy to come up … Continue reading Happily Homeless.