As a Jersey Girl, I grew up going to the shore during the summer (not the beach – the shore). To this day I love taking trips there and go throughout the year if I can. There is something specail about the ocean no matter when I’m there – in the fall when summer memories still linger, the winter when there’s snow everywhere else, after or just before a storm. The smell of the salt from an ocean breeze, the sound of waves breaking, gulls circling overhead wondering who is going to drop something for them to eat. It’s all wonderful.
I feel differently when I’m near the ocean. Calmer, happier. Quieter inside. I know there are studies about how we are connected to the tides since there is so much water in our bodies. I don’t particularly care if it’s true or not; I simply like the rejuvenating feelings I get when I’m there.
Of course, in New Jersey there are also the joys of boardwalks and piers, not something I get to experience in Massachusetts, where I livenow. I grew up playing skeeball, eating frozen custard and thinking about when I would be old enough to have a boy win me something at one of the midway-like booths. I take my kids there now and they are as enchanted as I am, looking forward to each trip, no matter the season. They love funnel cake, sicilian pizza and salt water taffy. And skeeball (have you seen
the movie Dogma? Skeeball holds a special place in people’s hearts.)
And somehow when I’m back at my desk later, sometimes with a shell or a tacky gift from the arcade, my muse and I are more in tune and creativity ab0unds. There is something so unique and yet universal about the beach that I am working on a series of paranormal romances set in a diner near the shore. I love writing it and incorporating both memories and desires into the manuscript.
Is there a place that is almost magical that you love to visit?