Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Seaside inspiration.

Daytona Beach, FL
[excerpts from my personal journal]
12-30-08

I must live by the sea someday--a presumptuous seagull told me so. And so did a little girl, though not to my face. She was not held back by a fear of what others may think. It was this childlike nievity that pushed her along the sand, arms raised in the air and hair blowing in the breeze. She screamed her response to the sea and marveled at the way the sand felt under her sneakers. I think the sea could offer enough inspiration to keep me writing for years. Here's how I picture it:

It would be a small house, white stucco with large brown wooden doors. The lower floor would only be visible from the ocean side and green ivy would be perpetually climbing up the outer walls. A homey porch overlooking the sea would of course be necessary. This house would need to be removed from any business district and booming neighborhood. I should be able to sit on my porch naked (if I so wished) and write or paint or gather inspiration at my own will.

If only.