Boom texted to tell me about her favorite spot on Folly. Later in the day, I realized I was right on the verge of running out of memory for texts, so I foolishly deleted all messages, forgetting to save the Boom text. Had I saved it, I would have driven two more minutes to successfully locate the lighthouse I wanted to see.
Also, Boom pointed out that sometimes, the worst burns happen on cloudy days. Apparently she didn't word that sharply enough, because I never opened the sunblock bottle I had with me at all times, and am now a lovely shade of pink. Granted, it's not an evil burn, but still, I'm looking a little lobsterish.
I stayed at the Isle of Palms park for about an hour. During one of my trips to ankle-wade in the surf, a gull decided that, with all the miles of sand available to make into a litter box, the best place for his poo was on the sweater I brought with me. So, with a sunny drive home, my left arm is two shades pinker than my right arm.
I plopped my butt down on the sands of Folly Beach a bit later, mostly because the sun had finally made an appearance, and I was just going to sit for a bit. Well, two seconds after I stretched out on the blanket, I was fast asleep. Woke to a weird tickling at my feet. Thought I was being attacked by a bug or a crab or a jelly-fish that had evolved enough to walk up the beach. Nope, it was the ocean. Turns out, some spots on Folly can become a five foot wide strip of beach, and nothing more.
Why is the sound of the ocean so relaxing? I mean seriously. It's loud. If I were home and something were roaring in my ear all day, I'd be pissed. But get me near the ocean and I'm comatose.
I did get a teeny bit productive. I consider the beach my office. I do good thinking there, when I'm not sleeping until I nearly drown. So I started playing with the concept for book three. Wrote some very rough story set-up. See? Productive.
Charleston is such a pretty town. If I had the dough and another day off, I would have given in to the urge to stay overnight and wander the city a bit. There are also a couple plantations I want to see. Instead, I oohed over my few glimpses of spanish moss, the sight that just screams Low Country! to me.
Not a good picture-taking day. Overcast for the most part. Took one pic that's over on my FB fanpage. Not a good one.
What else? Oh, I survived my first South Carolina hail storm. I went out to get some lightning pics and ended up in the middle of an icy assault. Gracie sustained a scratchy ding before I took cover under the canopy of an abandoned Sonic not very far from the apartment. Lucky I went out, though. If I stayed home, her goose would have been cooked.
I wasn't able to score a spot at Fiction Addiction's Book Your Lunch event with author Therese Fowler, but I do have an autographed copy of Exposure waiting for me to pick up tomorrow. Yay! Read her books, she gives good novel. Souvenir was awesome, and I just finished Reunion, another fab story. Looking forward to my third Fowler story.
Bummed that I am also missing out on the Pennwriters Conference. Would have really loved to attend, but location and lack of funds made it impossible. Hey, buy more copies of Drew In Blue so I can actually afford to be
Yeah, that's about all for the life updates. Other than my brief run to the shore, I've been working and editing Janie when I can.
I do have one pimp-fest for you:
I contributed a flash-fiction piece to a collection that's now available for download for free. Yep, FREE. It's called Love in the Kitchen, and it features flash-fiction (and recipes) from other romance authors such as Ashlynn Monroe, Berengaria Brown, Eden Baylee, Amy Valentie and more! Go download it and check out some up and coming authors and their writing. My contribution is my first attempt at flash-fiction, which is a hoot considering how wordy I can be. It was a fun challenge, though, and I'm thrilled that Ashlynn included me on the project. Hop over to this page to find links to purchase. I'll be adding more locations as the book becomes available on other sites.