Woke up this morning to the pleasant rocking and the persistent sound of bilge pump from the Silverton next slip over. Grey, muggy, soon to thunder, and I’d really like a cup of tea. But no go. The stove won’t light. It looks like the new gas regulator isn’t working, but I’m too hungry to play games. So we head back to the house for breakfast, and now it’s pouring on an epic level, so going back to lay in the cockpit troubleshooting isn’t on today’s agenda. While a day of lounging in the cabin listening to the rain drum down on (and leak through) the bridge deck might be pleasant, not without hot tea. Can’t do brightwork, can’t seal the leaking bridge deck, still no steering… oh well. Might as well sit around reading, writing, and waiting. Why is it the answers you want the most take the longest to come? I’m still waiting, so with any luck… we’ll see.
“A mystery in the John D. MacDonald tradition – both in its largely watery setting and tone, the novel also brings to mind Dashiell Hammett in the complexity of its plot, and even Stieg Larsson in its use of a strong young woman with an attitude as a main character. Last Exit In New Jersey is well-paced, densely-plotted story that mystery-thriller fans will enjoy immensely.”
~ Alex Austin, author of The Red Album of Asbury Park Remixed
Write On The Water