I'm one of those rambling moods so bear with me. We're beaching it for a few days at our ocean front condo, practically homeless having sold ours and moving to another one next week. Moving is not fun, especially at my age, even when we have movers do much of the packing and so forth. My brain is functioning just fine and can identify and relay those messages loud and clear. I made an attempt to save my aquarium fish by relocating them to a ten gallon aquarium at the beach, thinking the vacation would do them good. Sadly my plan went south, losing five of nine when the cheap filter didn't do its trick. I tried valiantly to rescue them and it is not a good feeling watching them go belly up and not have the resources to save them. I have my filtration system from my fifty gallon aquarium on my ten, overkill, no pun intended, but it seems to be clearing up the water and the sluggish survivors are moving about. Time will tell if they can make it about five more days before relocating them to their new home. Nope we're not leaving the beach, just shifting our surroundings a tad further north. We'll actually be less than ten minutes drive from the sands and sea in Myrtle Beach. Moving is moving and whether you're going near or far, it is painful to endure.
Writing and promoting my books has taken possession of the back burner but that doesn't mean YOU need to sit idle like me. Support a hungry wantobe and Google ole T. Allen Winn and purchase a copy of both Detective Trudy Wagner Grand Strand classics (1) Road Rage and (2) North of the Border. Or help sixteen year old Dale Thomas Jackson take on the bullies in Dark Thirty. If you hanker for a good cry and a few good laughs take on my story, The Caregiver's Son, Outside the Window Looking In.
I'll be one of about a dozen local authors manning a booth this November at The Dickens' Christmas festival in Myrtle Beach. Come visit me and the others dressed in funny clothing and buy a few books, knock down that Christmas list.
Ocean is screaming my name, waves crashing, shifting the sand and chasing the summer tourist. Not much sun toady, overcast, perfect beach weather for those not wanting to be shake and bake burned. Once the tide heads back to where it came from, and the July army of ants swarm to the local eating places, we might just take that leisurely late afternoon walk. Yep, it is a tough life, at least for more day when the movers arrive and we have to temporarily bid the ocean front a fond farewell. Today we enjoy.
By the way, I didn't proof this so make this sort of game with your family and friends. See how many errors you can find. Win a spot to be my permanent editor.