Finally, a Dreary Day.

I picked the Oregon coast for my writer’s retreat because, in March, especially during Spring Break, you can pretty much count on lousy weather. My grandparents lived on the coast and I never once saw the sun on vacation. There’s a joke in Oregon, What do you call a sunny Monday? The first day back to school after Spring Break.

I woke up this morning to the sound and smell of rain. Ahhhhh…finally. It’s going to be a good writing day.

Yesterday was impossibly gorgeous. I got cabin fever, went for a long walk and then tried to work at McMenamin’s Sand Trap. Bad idea. I sat next to the loud table, and ended up posting “There’s a Special Place in Hell….” on my blog. It’s funny the things that get the most comments. I love them all. When I pulled up my blog this morning my comment field was all lit up with little presents for me to open.

I haven’t had the urge to fill my pockets with rocks and walk into the surf yet so I’d say it’s shaping up to be a good writer’s retreat.

Cheers!