It was the morning after July 4th and I awoke at 5 am. No need for an alarm clock, I was just determined to see the New Jersey sunrise, and my mind was the only alarm clock needed.
It was a quiet 4th of July in Beach Haven…Who am I kidding? The hoards of people came in and lined the beaches. The firecrackers popped and zinged.
The honest reflection on this, here at the halfway mark, is that it has been really hard for me. It has been a battle, a battle between me and my creativity. A battle of creativity.
Here I sit. Sipping a dram of whiskey, listing to the Atlantic Ocean on the New Jersey shoreline. Cousin Pat is heading to Scotland next week and this is part of her research. We’re on the Jersey Shore on a narrow strip of sand that I didn’t know existed. I thought the coast of Jersey…