My favorite place to take a writing week is in one of the little cottages at the top of this blog. In the summer that usually includes the extra bonus of getting away from the heat. Not this time.
Temperatures in the high eighties. High humidity. And up here, no air conditioning.
I was so hot on Monday that I actually let an ice cube melt on my neck. It was…uh…too hot to write. Around five I took my computer and left in search of AC and ended up eating for hours just to stay in the AC. Then I bought a fan. And ate some ice cream. I don’t even really like ice cream. All other forms of sugar, yes. But I usually pass on ice cream.
I started a book on the way up here on Saturday and finished it on Sunday. The Light Between Oceans. A book to get lost in about a lighthouse keeper and his wife. It starts with a deciding moment in the life of the couple. Then Part One is their life up to that moment. Part Two is living with the decision made in that moment. And then in Part Three, we have the consequences. A debut novel by M. L. Stedman, who’s also an attorney.
Right now it’s NOT too hot. There’s a breeze and it’s amazing what a difference that makes. I can feel the warmth underneath but before it can land on my skin, there’s another gust. Along with an ocean full of crashing waves in front of me and a lighthouse in the distance.
Writing. All day long. No interruptions not of my own making.
Monday night I woke up in the middle of the night to see a fat orange crescent moon disappearing into the water. Sunday night I stayed up until 1:00 to finish The Light Between Oceans. And last night I went to sleep at ten. This morning I woke up at five. I usually ride my bike into Provincetown around the middle of each day and take a short walk on the beach after the sun goes down. Heaven.
A few photos from this trip…