In exchange for getting a first look at whatever writing I do in November (twist my arm, twist my arm!), a friend and arts lover has offered to let me spend a long weekend in a bungalow in Ocean Beach in San Diego.
It’s two blocks from the water and I’m hoping to work on my surfing skills while I’m out there (no, I can’t surf but I figure it’s in my California blood… somewhere).
Goals for the weekend at this point:
- Write two chapters of that YA novel I’d like to get done in the next 6-9 months
- Stand up on a surfboard for at least 10 seconds (while it’s moving)
Surf’s up!
Pen’s up!
Time’s up.
