I was going to finish some self-appointed homework on Monday (Memorial Day), when it occurred to me what a waste of a glorious sunny summer day that would have been, so I saddled up my Accordeon instead and rode over the mountain into Santa Cruz. Brought a book, a bottle of water, a bag of Pirate's Booty and some strawberries, plopped down on a bench to read some chapters, and then I wandered along West Cliff Drive by the lighthouse, and as usual, could not resist snapping a few pictures of the surfer statue.
Cropped this one to be tall and narrow, emphasizing the looooong board.
Liz, this is all your fault, and I love you for it! I've been perusing the site whose sticker Liz gave me, http://www.bootiesf.com, and their L.A. sister site http://www.bootiela.com - they post their monthly top ten on the site, and have links to quite a few DJ sites.
California, rest in peace
California, show your teeth,
She's my priestess, I'm your priest ...
I have no idea what that means, but I can't stop singing and humming it. (In case you are not already singing along too, it's "Dani California", the first single from the new Red Hot Chili Peppers album, Stadium Arcadium.) Definitely my flavor of the week.
Liz Badgerbag has been on a quest to supply me with cool stickers for my PowerBook. Right now I am giggling, listening to mashups I found on BootieSF.com, which I never would have come across without her. Thank you, Liz! You are so good to me!
Sunday night at Tir na nÓg on the Russian River, and we're all comfortably ensconced in our respective activities. We ate a scrumptious dinner of grilled veggies and meats - I shopped, Rob gave the grillmaster. Julie just left to get back to her family in San Francisco; the rest of us are staying until Monday morning. I made good on my goals ... actually, I think all of us did. I came up with a bunch of questions and plot points, and five possible scenarios to write for my story (I have an idea for what I want to write this November, but I'm not going to tell you what it is). Lisa found inspiration for a story she needs to write for a deadline. Eric strolled down by the river in his trenchchoat and spoke to the river spirits who'd knocked over Linda's umbrella on Friday night. Linda painted several watercolors. And Rob is downloading porn. Or something.
Can we do this once a month? I already can't wait until November.
Oh, wait! One goal I didn't meet: sit in the hot tub for a half hour. Oh well ... next time.
Alright, I don't *live* by the river, but I'm spending the weekend there. (And isn't it a great great song? And you can even get arrested for singing along.) We're on the Russian River, at Tir Na Nog, six NaNoWriMo participants, for a writing retreat.
All the others have writing goals for the stories they are writing, I want to plot for this year's National Novel Writing Month. So, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to pick up one of the books I brought, The Plot Thickens, and jot down notes on some of the tips laid out in there.