The Last Night of My Own Personal & Private Writer’s Retreat in the Wilds of PA

IMG_1183I went to the lake to say goodbye, as this is the last night of my personal and private writer’s retreat in the wilds of north-west Pennsylvania.

 

It’s been grand. I did a complete read through of my work-in-progress, DEADLY DESIGNS. And I wrote three new chapters. I also got a lot of pool time in. Walking is HUGE here and I did quite a bit of that too.IMG_1185

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My daughter Alyssa got a shot of me in the pool.

 

Tomorrow we drive home. I’ll miss this time and this place.

Beach Bum Writer In Key Largo

The lazy life in Key Largo was extremely condusive to getting some writing done.

We took a family vacation over the Easter vacation and stayed at the Marriott Beach Resort, which was very nice. Beach at the edge of the pool, a good restaurant on site, and great staff.

But most of all, I got a lot of writing done and a good deal of reading as well. Knocked two books off my “to read list” (TRL).

Our hotel parrot. Perhaps I could feature him in a new series…I think a crime spree may be about to hit Key Largo.

A sunset to die for — at our hotel.

Just Back From Five Days In Montauk

As they say, “Montauk is the end.” It’s a fairly rustic resort town (not as chic as it’s South Hampton and East Hampton neighbors further inland…the town’s actually got a working harbor with shrimp boats going out at night). This “east end” town has the Atlantic Ocean on its south side and Long Island Sound to the north. After several very stressful months, however, we thought of it in another way they also say: “Montauk is the last resort.” I actually bought that bumper sticker for my SUV. One of the great things for me was that in the quiet of the early morning I got some great Bible study in.

 

This week’s police blotter in Dan’s Paper (not surprised I’d be reading the police blotter on my vacation?) had the report that in one of the east end towns a woman broken into a beach house. The owner found her asleep on his couch and waking her, she said she just needed to sleep (probably drank too much in one of the east end bars). So, the owner let her sleep. In the morning she took the entire family out for breakfast. That’s soooooo not like the Big Apple, where we live. Darling Husband and I were tossing around ideas at the pool and I said I could envision a crime wave hitting Montauk…a fictional one, that is, I’d love to write as a series.

Montauk is known for it’s sunsets and that’s one of the things my other half and I really love about the place. Sooooo romantic.