I’m on a working vacation in La Jolla, California…. Okay, so I needed to get away from winter for a while. Yesterday while I was writing at the beach my guys were battened down back at home for what was supposed to be a blizzard. (Fortunately for them, it fizzled, but I rubbed it in anyway.)
The beach was a three-hour hike, round-trip, from where I’m staying. When I first arrived, some journeyed shoes resting on a rock caught my attention. Don’t you wonder what stories they could tell?
And these rascally birds! They look so innocent, don’t they? But just a few minutes before, when I’d stepped away momentarily from my beach towel, they tried to steal the remains of my lunch. They also appeared to be voracious readers. I found the book I’d been reading (about fiction writing) a few feet from where I’d left it, open to a chapter on “Point of View.”
A bite was missing from a page on “Character.”