I've been missing the ocean, longing for it as it has been way too long. I NEED to wade along the edge, breathing in the salty air and daydreaming. For isn't a windy and wild Outer Banks beach the ideal spot to let thoughts get carried away? The last time I was there I was playing with writing a mystery novel. It's a story that made it through a first draft but then was shelved. Sadly but perhaps it was not the time. I'm thinking of digging it out again and maybe that is partly why I long to go back there as I associate it with this story and my notebooks spread out over the rental house's dining room table as I plotted and planned and scribbled madly. I'd love to finish the story if nothing else, for myself.