We're on Whidbey Island this morning, in a comfortable hotel room, having had a nice breakfast and a great seafood dinner last night. We started in a suburb of Seattle, had dinner with with family, then took off for Port Townsend, which would be a perfect place to live if it wasn't so expensive. Spent three nights there,but everything we could afford was crammed next to other people and dingy looking.
It's hard when you need to move from the most beautiful place in the world -- you get spoiled.
What I am managing to do is write. Well, revise. Cruise went through the mss. and her notes are cracking me up. She's been absolutely right on almost everything, but I come across notes like "last rites from info dump" and "your hero is such a dick" (and he was). The book was a mess, mainly because of my physical difficulties in writing (it's been very stop and start) so there was no through line, no focus.
Jenny's brilliant and funny and scathing, so you need to have a tough hide, but with this book I do (Oh, she can be gentle too if I need her to be). But sometimes it's best to let someone you trust completely have at it with an axe so you can see what you've been doing and what you need to be doing. My plan to write while we drive hasn't come true yet, but I do spend time working while Richie goes for walks (wrote a scene while he walked out on the Dungeness Spit yesterday).
One thing that's weird as hell is the cannabis stores. I wanted to go in just for grins (not for weed) but I thought it might annoy them. Still, very strange.
We're heading down the Skaget Valley today, then back to Seattle before we take off in another direction. Great beer abounds (I love beer in small doses) and great coffee and great company (my husband) so life is good. Oh, and Outlander is back on! What more can a girl ask?