Writing at the Beach
I’m heading to the beach today, with my family, my sister and her family, and my 90-year-old mother, who gets around way more than most 90-year-olds. She was in Seattle with us last weekend and we took her to San Jose a couple months ago. She’s pretty amazing.
Anyway, we’re heading to Arch Cape, Oregon. For years and years and years we had an annual beach vacation, but we’ve not done it the last couple years. So everyone is really looking forward to it. Now let me publicly state that the house has internet access. Which means that I will continue blogging all next week. Oh, and I’m also planning on working on my novel. I like to get up early and write, especially at the beach. But I really, really like it when I get up early and my beloved nephew Luke gets up and I ditch the writing and we go walk on the beach together and look at tidepools instead.
Here is a photo of Haystack Rock, which is located at Cannon Beach, a little north of where we are staying. Cannon Beach is an artsy, tourist town, fun to visit and go shopping and so forth. Arch Cape is all residential except for the Arch Cape Grocery and Deli, where they make out of this world cinnamon rolls and cheese bread. After being thus fortified, my sister and I are going to walk from Arch Cape to Cannon Beach, which is a trudge of about seven miles. I may be exagerrating, but not much. None of the other lame-os in the family have thus far agreed to walk with us, since they all did it a few years ago and whined all the way.
I think I’ll deserve a prize should I actually get any work on my novel done, don’t you?
Image from wikipedia, used under GNU Free Documentation License 1.2