Thanks to journalist Kristina Dorsey (who has never met me), now I have the link between Olympic sailing and writing fiction: Self-motivation.
These two neighbor cats both inspire and distract.
At the small boat end of the sailing spectrum, not much thought is put into the “team;” most of us just call up a few friends and push off the dock.
This post also appears on the boats.com site as a guest blog.
Last Friday my two worlds-sailing and books-met here in San Diego.
“Let’s do some more sailing together,” I said to Margaret last November, over dinner preparations at her house. “You, me, Kate, and Kim. Wouldn’t that be great?”
For me, Maine means getting on a boat with almost no internet or cell phone reception, plenty of food, and easy sails between harbors where the closest company is an osprey fishing for dinner.
Greetings from Annapolis, MD: in mid-August, most sailors would’ve stayed in Newport.
One of the most challenging aspects of being a writer, especially in today’s world, is that we must wear at least three hats.