Where I was staying in Italy, there was this chair and words can't describe how much I loved this chair. After only a few days, people knew where to find me if I wasn't in the village or by the pool. I don't even know if chair is the right word...it's kind of a chair and a hammock and a swing all-in-one with a big comfy cushion in the middle.

I would love to write a book in that chair, and for it to be a best selling book, and for it to be the first of many many books I would write. Then people would travel to Le Cetinelle to sit in the chair where I thought up all my wonderful ideas for my book.

I miss my chair. My back yard just isn't the same.