I'm in writer's limbo. You know. That period of time between stories. I'm still going through STROKE OF GENIUS, getting ready to turn in it October 15th. And while I'm playing with that, my subconscious is spinning, looking for the next premise that will propel me 400 pages.
In the meantime, I thought I'd share a couple more photos from our recent trip to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. My DH snapped this pic of moonrise over the dunes after my cousin's wedding ceremony while we were waiting for the reception to begin.
Then on the way home from NC, we stopped in Hoboken, NJ, to visit my neice and her husband for a couple hours. I shot this view of NYC from the car as we picked our way through hellish traffic to the GW Bridge on the Jersey side of the Hudson. My parents were frankly agog at NYC and wondered why anyone would want to live there.
Theatre? Art museums? The buzz of millions of lives intersecting? None of those things allure them and I confess I can only take mega-cities in small doses. (Boston seems quaint and friendly in comparison to the Big Apple)
What about you? Are you happy where you live? Do you secretly crave someplace else?