I begin my morning with a fresh cup of coffee, small orange juice, slice of cracked wheat sourdough toast, the Wall Street Journal and Orange County Register. Before rising, thoughts likely will have intruded my mind on how best to edit the latest draft chapter of my book,a personal history of swinging. I will make notes in a small notebook always, like my cat Sequoia, within reach. Following a short morning walk, I retire to my office, a small, airy room lined with bookshelves and a filing cabinet containing my research materials. I am a writer.