Wednesday, August 5: I’m on my way the Mendocino Coast Writers Conference. For me, it’s part conference, part retreat and part vacation, located on a beautiful stretch of Northern California’s glorious coast.
I’m looking forward to another class with David Corbett, who is among other things an excellent teacher; I’m looking forward to seeing writing friends and making new ones.
The conference starts tomorrow, so today is technically Day Zero – or is that C minus 1? I came up yesterday and spent the night in Gualala. My big takeaway from yesterday was the discovery that river otters are perfectly happy swimming in the ocean. This guy came up out of the Gualala River, loped across the spit and went into the ocean without any hesitation. Since the mouth of the river is closed and has been for months, I’m guessing the food supply’s a bit thin; river otters will eat birds, but the pickings in general have to be better out there in the Pacific.