I had just finished my newest book, The Divining (a story inspired by Soul Flame) and I needed a few days of rest, so my husband and I went for a drive in the Mojave Desert. It was one of those jaunts through pristine wilderness that makes one forget the stresses of daily life and steers one’s thoughts to higher levels and deeper peace. We were the only car on the road beneath a golden sun. We drove past Joshua trees, cacti, flowers, rolling sand dunes, and flat expanses that swept away to lavender mountains and impossible horizons. We had covered miles in silence, both of us in private thought. I had my window rolled down. My hair whipped about my face. I was thinking about my golf game – I definitely need to work on my back swing – when my husband suddenly said, “Hey honey, you know what we should do?” I smiled. “Yes, dear?” He said, “We should get ourselves a little vacation home. Nothing elaborate, just a simple get-away place we can go to a few times a year.” I said, “What a coincidence, I have been thinking the same thing.” He got excited. “Yeah! I'm thinking a little cabin on the Kenai River in Alaska where we can fish for salmon and drink beer all day.” I replied, “Well, my vision is pretty close to that, except it’s a condo on a Palm Springs golf course where we can sit by the pool and sip margaritas all day.” I think we are going to have to work on this.