I’m on the outer banks of North Carolina right now, sharing a house with some of the coolest people in writerdom. I am staring at the Atlantic Ocean as I type this. I am content.
Last night I fell asleep to the sound of the ocean. After a day spent traveling, the insomnia still had me up at 5am local time (3am for my seriously broken body clock). So then I got to watch the sun rise over the ocean.
I’m tired as hell, but the coffee is great, and the company even better. I’m one lucky guy.
I flew into Norfolk, VA yesterday afternoon, where the terrific and gentlemanly Daryl Gregory (en route from PA) swung by the airport to let me hitch a ride to our immense rented beach house. He took it all in stride, too, when I kept jabbering so much that we missed what the GPS told us to do.
Other than some general confusion about how to operate the showers in this puzzle house (thank you, Jenn Reese, for walking us through it) everything so far has been fantastic. I expect that to continue.
Here’s the view from my bedroom:
Here on the Outer Banks, even the birdhouses are fancy:
It’s quite nice to be back at sea level, and close to such a large body of water. I had forgotten what humidity feels like. It’s also a pleasant surprise to be able to drink a cup of coffee before it goes cold.