Getting Back

I just got back from a little road trip and boy, do I love road trips.

I took a jaunt down to Baltimore to see the Yankees play, played in a charity golf tournament, and spent some time with my sister who lives in Pennslyvania. In my first trip to Camden Yards, I was impressed. It is a lovely, spacious park and we were close to the action. The golf tournament was interesting because of the people. I was paired with an elderly gentleman who was extraordinarly funny and sharp. I must say it was a delight to meet him and the elderly woman who was my father's partner. Our scramble score was mediocre, 81, good enough for last place, but I don't think we could have enjoyed it any more.

Work progressed on my novel, albeit slowly. Much of my time this past weekend was spent socializing and enjoying the rare vacation rather than holed up in my own little world hammering out the conversations of a hundred characters.

Tuesday, I was in more of a non-fiction mood and worked on my other novel, Addicted to Love, though I did spend some time working on a character for my main novel. I find it difficult switching from fiction to non-fiction. One is complete honesty, clarity, and striving to strike chords with readers so that they stand up and say, "Oh, wow! I feel the exact same way." or "He's talking about me there! How does he do that?" The other is about imagination and creation, and trying to capture the essence of the characters and their lives that are so poignant in your mind.

I am back in the swing of things and will keep you posted on my new developments.

And as always, "Addiction is another way of saying you love something more than you should. Who said love didn't hurt?" SC