The car soon pulled up at a large, flat field. All over the field were colorful patches of fabric. Groups of people were standing around here and there.
Driving south of town, you watch the two-lane blacktop curve back and forth around slight slopes of evergreens. You catch glimpses of a rushing creek bed on your left. Then, a large and beautiful pond, clear and shining, appears, and you almost miss your right turn on to Spruce Road. The scent of pine needles wafts in your windows in the cool mountain breeze.
I’ve spent more time in my journal than anything else this month. I’m just thankful to be writing something, and the journal has been valuable in a number of ways.
I’ve also tried a few self-assigned writing exercises, and I’m still eyeing the outline of S&P on my desk. I’d like to get the calendar of events in the novel straightened out.
Here are few very loose ideas for essays or stories down the road:
- Respect: earned versus always given.
For instance, should we not give respect to a person in our lives until they earn it, or should we give every person the respect due to them as a human being? Do we give respect to those in authority because they are in authority or because of values? Do those in authority have to earn it?
- Types of Prisons: of our own making versus prison cells of debilitating conditions, prison cells of mental distress, of hurt and fear, of anger and violence
- Conservative vs. conventional
- God, time, and the attempts by man to fit God into man’s notions of time
- Do you want to be a sheep?
Take either the short ferry from Port A. and drive down Mustang Island, or cross the Intracoastal Waterway from Corpus. Take Park Road 22 south down Padre Island, passing by beachfront parks and condos and Bob Hall Pier. Keep going until buildings disappear and sandy flat vegetation stretches out on either side. Keep going as the road ribbons onward. Keep going to the entrance to a little known national park, Padre Island National Seashore.
Pay your entrance fee, and keep a sharp watch out for the first turn westward, away from the Gulf and the pounding surf. A short drive, a cluster of cars, then you see colorful sails dancing like butterflies across the water. The sailboard rigs fill the water as they skim, race, flutter, flip, and tip.
Welcome to one of the best windsurfing spots in the world: Bird Island Basin.
Things to correct that I’ve noticed about my writing (so far!):
- A possible overabundance of participles, participial phrases, and absolute phrases
- A lack of gerund phrases
- A lack of “when” and “while” and “where” clauses
A waterfall of rain cascaded over the windshield, the wipers battling futilely. She peered ahead cautiously, driving slowly and rocking the steering wheel side-to-side in tight, white-knuckled motion as she fought the winds.
We have spacecraft roaming the solar system. Some are parked in orbit around Earth, and some around Mars. We’ve sent some to collect interstellar dust, others to fly-by most of the planets at one time or another. One spacecraft even landed on a comet.
As great as my year-end break was, I’m glad to be back to a routine and glad to explore the possibilities here in the new year.