I’m in East Hampton, NY. Can you believe that shit? I’m in this little rinky-dink town where the locals walk around with more cash on their person than the cost of a basic bone-resetting surgery.
I mean, don’t get me wrong. It’s cute and all; it’s just weird. Kerrie and I flew out of Boston on a small plane (upon which we were the only two passengers – pretty cool) and arrived in Islip at around 9:00 a.m. Drive, drive, drive, traffic, traffic, traffic, bagel, coffee, drive, drive, drive, and ARRIVE.
We’ve been here two days and have loved it. We’ve driven around, been confused, gotten lost, attempted to interact with the locals, and hit the breaks as a wild turkey (not the beverage) hopped across the road. It’s been great.
Oh yeah, book stores. Found one – a used one, and it’s across the street from a deli; I’m thinking that was strategic, especially since it’s been there for over 30 years. There’s a library around here too – another building that’s been here since the Exodus.
Reading – just ordered book two in Peter V. Brett’s Demon Cycle series – Desert Spear.
Writing is back on track. Just called my good writing friend, mainelysane, last night. All is well.
Yep, East Hampton, NY.