Living in Coastal North Carolina has its advantages: mild winters with an occasional cold snap, fresh seafood and sandy beaches. If you’re like me, no matter how mild, winter has worn out its welcome and a warm weather vacation can’t get here soon enough. While I can’t do anything about the temperature, I thought I’d share a little virtual sun and surf with you. Enjoy!
“Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.” —George Orwell
Okay. So – maybe I didn’t find the process of writing a novel to be horrible but it was exhausting and yet, exhilarating – kinda like how I imagine a mountain climber would feel when they reached the summit Mt. Everest. Seriously, I was on the top of the world!
While I love writing, it requires solitude – a lot of it – and that can lead to a creative drain. When we don’t recharge our batteries, our writing will suffer.
One way to avoid this is to periodically surround ourselves with like-minded individuals. A writers conference is the perfect event to make these connections. Not only do we get the benefit of learning from the experts, we have the opportunity to forge relationships with other writers – people who get us and our struggles.
For many people, attending a week long conference is out of the question due to work, family, and monetary considerations. However, smaller conferences are often presented by local writers groups. These are typically one or two days long and very affordable. If you’re in the North Carolina area, you might be interested in attending the following:
Perfect days are hard to come by – but when they come along – you gotta dive in head first. Saturday was beautiful – sunny, highs in upper 70’s and a wonderful sea breeze. After being stuck inside all week, I had to be outside. I started with a visit to the river.
The hermit crabs were doing their thing, crawling over the rocks and each other.
While the North Carolina coast doesn’t get to experience much in the way of the changing of leaves, nature didn’t totally forget to paint our little corner of the world. We get wildflowers and berries and on occasion – something other than pine tree needles.
Boaters took advantage of the day, too. And while I’m sure this sailor was disappointed at having to be towed in, I loved watching the activity.
I met up with my writers group for lunch – that’s always a good time.
And then I took a detour – went back to my childhood and visited some precious memories.
I grew up on the water. My father was a commercial fisherman. I spent my summers hanging out at the fish house. After “heading” shrimp (actually de-heading them is more accurate), I’d go home, get into a swim suit and go back to the fish house where we kids would climb onto the shrimp boats and jump off the sides – swimming in the slough.
My father is retired now. My brother, however, is trying to keep the family tradition alive. He works as a school teacher, serves in the Army Reserves and in his spare time is repairing a boat my father and uncle built some 33 years ago.
There’s still quite a bit of work to do. The outriggers need to be painted, the fish hold needs some work and the wench needs to be repaired. But when they finish, she will be beautiful.
My perfect day reminded my of a line from one of my favorite movies:
Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Here’s hoping that you can slow down and enjoy a perfect day!
For the past couple of weeks, we have had more rain than I care to think about. And now, we are getting even more compliments of Hurricane Joaquin.
For all of you suffering from drought conditions, I’d share if at all possible…
The thing about rain is it makes me want to turn back the clock and get in touch with my inner cave-woman. I mean, seriously, the only thing I want to do is lay on the couch and watch a little Bogey and Bacall – or listen to music – the old stuff. Really old stuff. Stuff like this:
(Some days I think I might have been born in the wrong decade…)
There’s something about the white noise – those little crackles – that I like. Maybe it’s just nostalgia – carrying me back to my childhood, when my audio books were 45’s – played on a record player like the one in the video.
So, what about you? Is there something that makes you feel sentimental?