I am writing this on Thursday evening in Sandestin, Florida. The last of the sun is bleeding into the bay. We’re going to have a glass of wine and then head out to the blues bar and restaurant at the Village at Baytowne Wharf.
The Dread Clampitts are spinning on the CD player. I heard them the other night at the Red Bar in Grayton Beach…an absolute must-visit bar. The place was rocking, the beer was cold and the food great. I just think I should have skipped that pail-sized martini but that’s another story altogether…
I’m setting this up to publish for tomorrow morning while we’re driving to the Pensacola airport for our trip back to Seattle. I’ve got to dig out the socks, shoes and jeans for the upcoming Pacific Northwest weather.
We’ll spend the night in Seattle and then up and through that Canuckastan border and we’ll be home; back in the land of socialized medicine and rainy skies; a place where we won’t hear the ongoing bombs and explosions from the Eglin Air Force base like we do here. How does one get used to the sound of war?
I’ll spend the day in transit doing some writing, finishing the fabulous book The Journal Keeper by Phyllis Theroux. I’ve marked it up extensively with exclamation marks and underlining of entire paragraphs.
I’ll probably buy another book somewhere in one of those airports, like maybe the George W. Bush airport…I really think the naming of that should have been considered a little more. It’s kind of like painting a bullseye on the roof. Makes me a little nervous that one…
What? No kidding, really? I just finished reading Theroux’s THE JOURNAL KEEPER. And loved it. And would have marked it up, but it wasn’t mine. I borrowed it from the library (why, oh why?) And I read it slowly, savoring it. And I now a serious overdue fine because someone behind me had it on “hold.” Geez.
I may have to buy it. It’s one of the best books on journal/memoir I’ve read in quite some time and has me amending my own journal approach somewhat…I think.
Further, in a desperate attempt to have some hangtime with other writers, I am in two journaling classes – free, at the library. Yeah, ironic in its way. This corporate job of mine has me nuts with long days but I am determined to write and write my way out of there. Even though recently deciding to drop one of my journalistic gigs.
Well, am I not rattling on here? I’m just so excited to see that you, too, enjoyed Theroux.
Safe travels! Looking forward to more, as always and infrequent though i might be!
Oh, I love it when someone else is as keen about a book as I am. I can’t believe how many pages I flagged. I just loved how honest she was with all her “stuff”. Some of her insights were so amazing and she loves Mary Oliver too. How can you not love Mary Oliver? Thanks for your comment. Come visit again soon…