They say writers either thrive in the first hours of the dawn or the wee small hours after midnight. I used to think I had the best of both worlds – living on the east coast but setting my schedule to Pacific Time. That all changed on a recent trip to the west coast. For the story of how I got there (and back), read this week’s Carosa Commentary “I Could Never Live on Pacific Time.”
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