This is what happens when you go to Jamaica for a writing retreat and leave your laptop sitting out on a table.




At first you think: "Cool, a frog. I like a frog." (Not as much as Holly, who spent our trip to Jamaica chasing frogs all over the villa and imploring them to be her frog friend.) Then you sit down at your laptop to work and realize things look a little different. Surely your book wasn't called "City of Frogs" before, was it? And was it about the struggles of a valiant band of frogs against the evil Lord Toad? Perhaps not, but hey, this version is pretty good, anyway.

( further pictures of Jamaica under the cut )