I never knew how nice it was to have another girl in the house until I dropped my daughter off at the airport and came home to not 1, but 3 boys. Sure I’ve spent a couple days without her in the house. But she doesn’t come home from Disney until next Thursday.
(Searches for panic button).
Okay, so maybe I’m not exactly panicking, but I sure do miss her. We like to talk books and writing and music. I treasure our conversations and love that we share common interest. Especially with the teen years looming on the horizon. In some ways, I hope these common interests will narrow the gap when she gets into the TEENDOM. (Yes, this is a real place. It’s between: I Know Everything Because I’m Ten and Will You Fill Out My Collage Apps Because I’m So Busy And Tired Reality Check.)
On the other hand, I love that she’s experiencing something new. Quite frankly, we tend to visit museums, not theme parks. So this is a fun opportunity for her. And she’s called at least twice a day since she’s left. <– without prompting. Yay! And when she gets back we’ll have a blast making trips to the library.
Because I never get enough of hearing her say:
We counted the days together until she left. And now I count the days until she comes home again.
Six days of car talk, video games, ball, wrestling…Don’t get me wrong, I can change oil in the vehicles with the best of them. I love the guys, but that doesn’t mean I want to be one of them. They’re even talking about the ‘man camp’. Save me!
Seriously, I hope she has a blast and comes back with lots of great stories to tell. Because, if there is one thing her and I love, it’s a great story.
No, I’m not talking about the song from Footloose. Although, that’s good too. I’m talking about where you live.
Winter is in full swing and while I’m very happy with white cloaking everything in sight. I couldn’t imagine NOT living in Michigan. I love it here. Others hate it. So where would they live instead?
For the characters in my books I consider the locations for them seriously before making final decisions. Locations effect the story and in many ways can even alter the final outcome. I’ve put my characters in the freezing Upper Peninsula of Michigan, and in the hot Arizona Desert. They’ve been rained on in an invented town, similar to London and experience the windy city of Chicago, in Illinois. Sometimes characters react like my mom. They want warmth when they’re cold. (She constantly talks about moving to Florida, after fifty plus years of Michigan winters she says she’s ready to go). While other characters long for a brisk wind to dampen the scorching sun.
In the critique group I belong to, Passionate Critters, we are dispersed all over the place. From New York to Colorado, from Hawaii to the United Kingdom, and Alabama to Spain.
Would you consider any of these places a personal paradise? Are you living there? Or do you dream of living there? Feel free to post a link in your comment so I can check it out.Who knows, maybe you can change my mind about Michigan being my paradise.
For writers, why have you chosen a particular location for your characters?
The places mentioned in this post have each been linked back to a tourism, plan your holiday, site. **This is my disclaimer: Vacationing somewhere is different than living there. 🙂