Month: November 2013

I never did very well in science when I was in high school or in college. But I know there is a reason why the ocean looks differently in Summer and Winter, in Spring and Fall. But those of us that grew up living by the ocean can probably look at a photo of the ocean and tell what season it was taken. Yep – the photo above was taken just a few days ago. Ain’t it pretty. I guess the reason I’m posting this is that it reminds me of the nuances, the subtleties that occur in life – not just nature, but OUR nature as well. I read a couple of lovely poems by my friend Dee Dee Lloyd – one about a mermaid and another about a childhood friend we share – I think Dee Dee has touched on the subtleties of life when she writes these. So goes, my own fiction writing – I am now about 3/4 through with THE TRILL OF THE RED WING BLACKBIRD – the second book in the trilogy I’m writing – and I’m going over some very “tender” material and am striving – and I mean STRIVING – to capture those nuances and subtleties. It’s tough work! I ask God to help me portray life here on this island for my friends and others. A good walk on the beach – catching the rays just right – tinkling of laughter, that low tide smell – these things help.

Went down to the south end of Topsail this past weekend – absolutely beautiful – looking much as the island did before so much development. T’was good for the soul and since I’m writing about a time when the island looked like this picture, it was very helpful. A friend of mine and her two grandchildren came along – they forgot the coolness of the water and ventured on to low tide islands and rolled down sand dunes. I watched as the boy let his feet sink into the sand before taking a step forward – a game I had forgotten about but was at once reminded of. Up and down the dunes they went, racing one another – we all had a good time. I urge anyone who has not been to the most southern tip of Topsail to do so – to walk all the way from the sound side, past the inlet and to the ocean side – it is fantastic.

Geez – this was so long ago – late 50s perhaps. My sister is helping me take a photo – doesn’t look like I’m too interested. 

 I’m adding this picture because it was taken near to the time I am writing about, the late 1950s. I pull myself into a place I barely remember and try to conjure up the feel and smell of that time. Surrounding myself with the music and photos of that time helps. Ah, life is sweet.
 

I’ve spent most of the day working on the second book in my trilogy THE TRILL OF THE RED WING BLACKBIRD – and don’t mean to sound maudlin, but writing history, the history I know, is such a fine place to be. I like the journey and I suppose that since I have my own cadre of characters, I can expand the truth as I like. By truth I don’t mean so much actual events, but the feel of the time, the mores of the time. 
I remember when I was about 8 or 9, picking up a piece of butterscotch candy from the candy dish and unwrapping it. “Wow,” I said as I held the cellophane to my eyes, “the world sure does look sunny through this.” I remember my father making some kind of philosophical comment. And yes even at that age I understood the analogy.
  Geez, this is so much fun!! God is so good to me.