The Olympic Range subdued by twilight.
Perry sees these mountains each day as he looks out over the marina at dusk.
Know what your character sees.
See what your character sees.
I am in packing denial. I emptied my suitcases when I got to Seattle. Bought socks. Warm fuzzies. Checked the temperature in Norway. Bought more warm fuzzies.
Tomorrow it is off to Copenhagen then on to Oslo. I will post my adventures on my blog. It occurred to me that things will be different there. I will write about them. Not in a "Gosh this is strange!" way, but in a "My goodness this is facinating!" way.
Think of our novels. How we write them. With affection, like they are close friends which we are revealing to others.
Not like dirty little secrets.
Not like that.
This is also research for another novel I am editing. A way of learning more about my father and where he came from. Opportunity to write something new and different.
Like a novel.
Multilayered. Each thin stratum meaningful to different readers.
So we begin.
A virtual caravan. An imaginary tour.
Come along for the ride.
And bring your friends.