I’m sitting at my internet computer in my office, staring out over the Pacific Ocean, watching the huge waves left from yesterday’s big wind storm. As far as storms go here on the Oregon Coast, it wasn’t that bad for us.
What’s not bad in a storm with winds gusting over 90 mph? The power only went off for a short time and then just dimmed a few dozen times as the evening went on, so both Kris and I got a lot of work done. With the wind really pounding, we finally gave up the writing at midnight and retreated to watch the new Castle.
Kris’s new office is on the north side of the building, away from the wind, so her office remained pretty quiet. My office overlooks the ocean and my window was getting pounded by the rain and top winds, since we live on the top of a hill. It got noisy at times, I’ll tell you.
This morning, the damage was light around our compound. We lost the tops of three trees that came down across the driveway, and it took me some exercise to clear the driveway so we could get out for lunch. But today turned sunny and beautiful. Not a day for a walk on the beach, though. Really high tides and huge surf, cresting over 30 feet. Stunning to watch from a distance.
Last night during the storm I got up the start of a new web site for a pen name I just mailed a novel off under. The book hasn’t sold, but I figured I might as well start the site and have it ready. If you want to take a look, it’s Dee W. Schofield and I even put up a blurb I wrote for the book under that name. A science fiction romance called Subway Martians. I’ll shout if it sells. I have a second book written under that pen name I’ll be mailing out shortly as well. When I do, I’ll put up a sample chapter of the book on that sight.
Now, the news is telling us that a second storm is headed our way, as bad if not worse than the one yesterday. It’s due on Thursday. We can only hope they are wrong.
Is it worth living here overlooking the wild Pacific Ocean? Right now, the sky is bright pink, the huge waves pink with the sunset colors. Yeah, it’s worth it, even with the high winds in November every year.
The following picture is out my window, taken from my writing desk, just after I moved into this office, one beautiful night this last summer. The white cat is Walter White Kitty, a lost cat I rescued about a week before this photo and who now stays right with me most of the time. (He’s on my lap as I type this, actually.) Today, the colors are pink, not orange as in the picture, and the waves huge instead of calm as in the picture. But you get the idea.