I've been slacking a little lately. Or distancing myself from my WIP, rather. Yes. That.
I hope everyone had a wonderful Memorial Weekend! Mine was a success. With my grilling skills, yes, but I mean with my summer-spot hunting. New York is a very crowded place. I don't think a spot exists within the city limits that is not cluttered with people.
Except this one.
And I like you, I really do. But I'm not telling you where this is because it is MINE! Precious.
It is a part of the beach near my house. (I live on an island. Sounds exotic. It's not.) Apparently, not a lot of folks like to hang out on the beach that has more shells than sand and smells like dead sea creatures because the tide comes in and drops them off in shallow pools for the birds to eat. But I like it just fine. Because it is EMPTY! Seriously, I felt like I spent the afternoon in a Dystopian novel. Or like I'd turn a corner and see Mary chopping the head off of a water-logged Mudo.
There were a few inhabitants.
But they're really very quiet. I do believe I've found my new writing spot. Have you a favorite hideaway?
