Sails on the horizon, white and jagged, a regatta of sharks’ teeth, devour what is left of the day.
It is true that I lived on my boat at Cat Harbor for about a year. I was a commercial abalone diver. However, though written in first person, this is NOT autobiographical. It’s based on a couple I met in Oceanside, California. I appropriated the flesh of their story as a repository for the despair and beauty of my own existence at the time. I envy what they had and squandered….
(this photo of Avalon was taken a few hundred yards down the hill from the Zane Grey Pueblo.) Ahhh, my land-lubbing Literati! We have five books under construction here at the towers that are A Word with You Press, slated for release in early summer, and one of them is mine! Me first! […]
(my old stomping grounds…Almost Avalon soon to be published!) Good Evening again! I am now posting our last finalist in The First Annual Peggy Dobbs’ Write-of-Passage Contest. I will let all the stories settle a while, and tomorrow I will submit a post that will allow you to tell me who is supposed to […]