It’s been a long and expensive 8 days in Myrtle beach, S.C. I was blessed with an ocean front view from the back of my room, and a bird’s eye of the “strip” in the front. What a life to be able to live there full time. Unfortunately, who could afford such debauchery?
I met many wonderful and highly interesting people while there. I wrote over fifteen full character profiles using a list of questions on anyone that I found to be of interest. You’d be amazed at the people who will tell their story to a stranger…especially if the stranger is a female horror writer.
I started working on a new piece while I was there, and I’m trying to incorporate as many of the people met as I possibly can. It’s an exciting time for me as a writer. I’m between classes so I have time to fully flesh out this inner adventure into some form of outward prose.
Of Myrtle, I will say that the food was amazing. I probably packed on a solid 10 to fifteen pounds in my eight day muchfest. I sat with a pen in one hand, a fork in the other, and a frosty, fruity cocktail beside. It was fabulous!
Went to the local horror show and spent the better part of three hours roaming and taking pictures with the staff in full regalia. I may post some of those here after cleaning them up in Photoshop.
Weather was gorgeous. Ocean was lively. Crowd was intense. I rode a Sling Shot that drove me 300 feet into the air. I met so many friends that I have their phone numbers and Facebook addies in a confused jumble in the bottom of a beach bag that smells like candy, incense, and tanning oil. Lovely combination, I might add.