I'm in extra innings here on Block Island. Adding a night and two days to my stay was an inspired idea and I am getting close to the home stretch of a decent second draft of my novel.

Yesterday was a good day of writing. The weather was gorgeous and I took a long ride on the Mohegan Trail swelling with joy at the many gorgeous views.

It was with great sadness that I returned my 24-speed bicycle to Rose Beach Bicycle Rental. I'd had it out for a week and that bike was becoming a very good friend and perfect means of transportation. 

The one thing that's not great about Block Island is the less than stellar Internet service. For me that's been a blessing AND I always have my iPhone. But it's also been a source of some anxiety.

Yesterday I had much aggravation connected with trying to email my Smartmom column to Gersh and an article I'm doing for the Associated Press to my editor there.

When I finally gave up, I treated myself to an Espresso Martini on the veranda of the Spring House at sunset. No, I'm not becoming one of those Hemingway-eque alcoholic writers. It was an Espresso Martini for christ's sake—a dessert drink that is sort of relaxing but also enervating. But boy did I have a tough time falling asleep last night.

How many shots of espresso were in that thing?

But glory be what a special island this; I have so enjoyed my time here.

Stay tuned for an Only the Blog Knows Block Island style list of all the go-to spots on the island that I've discovered in my three summers here.

iPhone pix of my writing desk at the Sea Breeze on Block Island