Back from an intense Master Business workshop geared for independant SF&F and genre authors, in Lincoln City, Oregon. The class was held near the ocean, that was all except Pacific!
None of us even thought about swimming on this smotth beach. The waves are 15-foot tall, and crashed in a loud BROOOOM! The area has to deplore one-two dead annually from the « sneaky waves ».
Humans, to the scale of the waves…
A lot of subjects were discussed, but if I can find one advice now for my writer friends, it is to plan ahead for your intellectual patrimony (IP – intellectual property), not only to keep it in your hands, but to eventually transfer it to your heirs.
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A few pictures taken on the beach and in Lincoln City, Oregon.
The waves in all their power. Photo taken from the 4th story.
At this hotel hugging the cliff, you enter on the 9th and go down to your room. The beach is all the way down. The high tide can reach over the concrete steps.
For a SF writer, those big algeas are a nice find!
Detail on the driftwood.
Unidentified flowers, at the salted and moist sand near the Inn at Spanish Head. Try to find the name for the Sunday artist!
Running on the 101 sidewalk : Lincoln City.
Don’t forget the tsunami possibilities.
Siletz Bay, where the water is calm. A natural park has been settled, because seals visit this beach. Didn’t see one in my morning runs, but some author friends did.
My dream, a bookshelf with the RIGHT proportions for pocket-sized novels! North by Northwest bookstore.
After a good run in my LC 2016 race shirt, at the Inn…
The Anchor Historical Inn entrance. The sailor seated on the canoe on the left is a mannequin.
For the end : a pumpkin disguised in a Westfalia…
Happy Halloween!
Echoes of a Sunday artist 