…if only briefly. (Hopefully more to come in future years.)
Stepdad traded in his sailboat for a smaller trawler, much more to his liking. And I have to say this thing does invite some serious lounging around.
And look at all the room for a typewriter table out here on the back porch.
Now I have another excuse for not finishing my novel. I need the proper boat to type it up on!
Seriously, though, the potential for serious, distraction free writing out here is fantastic. What better excuse to steer clear of the distractions of the computer than spotty harbor Wi-Fi and the need to run your generator in order to keep your batteries topped off. The more I think about it, the more I realize there can’t be a writing tool better adapted to ship-life than the manual typewriter.
So long as you keep it well-oiled. The salt can’t be good for it.
Meanwhile, the boat comes with a built-in escape from the terrible winter weather. Why use that expensive tank of fuel to heat your home when you can use it to move your home?