This mermaid perches above two draft beer kegs at the Chart House in Crescent City, right by the sea. Her face is hidden, her delicate hair and fins fashioned of driftwood, a creature reclaimed from the sea, anonymous, maybe even the bones of the sea, here in this town so vulnerable to tsunamis.
Later today I'll go walking by the ocean, feeling again the pull of the waves and the sea, that tension between becoming and being. Perhaps writers are always caught in imagining something else, never quite 'here and now' but always drawn to the possible, the 'what if?' The tide turns and returns, the waves a constant sound of something just beyond my ken.
ROW80 UPDATE: Not much to report this week. I'm reading someone else's novel for quick comments. In the morning, I'm optimistic and writing, but I've set aside other ROW80 goals for now. We are on the road and I'm the primary driver. Is that an excuse? I only know that after driving 200 miles, I feel too tired to do much more than flop. We'll head down the California coast tomorrow and have a rest day today -- so later a walk along the beach but now it's time for writing. May your week go well.
Sounds like you're having a great time. Enjoy your journey.
ReplyDeletemermaids everywhere:) 200 miles sounds like a good excuse to me - don't forget while engaged with driving one part of brain is engaged with dreams - without you realising - new sights- walks by the ocean and odd mermaids abounding - who knows what is perculating within - all the best:)
ReplyDeleteThank you both for visiting and commenting. Today's random mermaid made me smile: I found a menu for MERMAID SUSHI when we stopped at a Food Co-op in Eureka, California. Someone else loves mermaids.
ReplyDeleteSometimes you don't have to write, but just keep dreaming new stories to write later, and excercise in imagination.
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