Time to Write Now By Julaina Kleist-Corwin

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Using Fog in Writing

more fog golden-gate-bridge-690264__180I like fog, however, last night as a few hundred people claimed their spot at the Emeryville shoreline park at about 6:00, a thin layer of fog threatened to block the sunset and promised to become thicker.

Our friends from Sacramento who own a boat docked at the Emeryville harbor invited us to join them for the holiday. The four of us arrived in Alameda at 10:30 to watch the seven mile parade, had lunch with friends of our friends on their patio overlooking a lagoon, returned to the harbor, and read for a couple hours on the boat while the strong wind helped to blow the fog inland.

We arrived at the park and positioned our fold-up chairs to see fireworks from several cities across the bay. The spectators continued to be hopeful that the brilliant sparkles would pierce the layers of invisibility for our enjoyment. Determined to overcome the cold, people, including us, were wrapped up in blankets, extra jackets, hoods, and one group set up a tent to protect them from the non-stop wind. By 9:00, the fog was thicker than in the picture above. A few circles of colored lights flashed from the peninsula, but we could see nothing from San Francisco.

We turned our chairs to watch Berkeley’s show and joined the oohs and ahhs, but the fog gobbled up that faint spectacle as well. Half of the audience left by then, but we stuck it out even when the fog completely covered the top of each  blast. I wanted the finale to be next but it took a long time to get there, and only a final spiral reminded us we had come to see fireworks. As we followed the crowd out of the park, one young woman said, “That’s the weirdest fireworks I ever saw.”

As we write our stories, a setting like the one I described could do well for a mystery. People coming to see the holiday event are interesting characters, some could disappear in the crowd and the cold. I remember several visuals of Sherlock Holmes walking in the fog. It creates an effective cloak of invisibility. Although my novel, Hada’s Fog, is not a  mystery, I used fog as a motif because Hada grumbled about it frequently and it repersented her inability to see a situation clearly.

Can you use the 4th of July and/or fog in your story?

Happy 4th of July

fireworks with bridgefireworks three purple flowersEnjoy the 4th and be safe.

Happy Mother’s’ Day

Happy Mother's Day

Whether you have children, nieces, nephews, dogs, cats, birds, fish, or tarantula,  you are a special super power woman. Enjoy your day.

Happy Mothers Day with dog

Happy Valentines Day Everyone

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What Did You Do New Years Day?

Golden Gate BridgeWhat did you do on this auspicious first day of 2015?

As you can see, I was floating under the Golden Gate Bridge…in a boat, of course. A friend of ours bought a 35 foot motor boat recently and he invited us to join him, his girlfriend, and his experienced sailor friend for the first long trip out of the Berkeley Marina. The weather was cold but clear and the water was calm. At 10:00 a.m. there weren’t any other boats in the bay but ours. Too early for people who celebrated New Years Eve late last night, we guessed. We passed the Polar Bear Club at Aquatic Park and saw a few people who take their annual swim in the cold water on this holiday. We passed Angel Island, Treasure Island, pelicans, sea gulls, and I saw a seal swim in the opposite direction from us, with only his head sticking out of the water.

When we docked back at the marina four hours later, our friend fell in the water when he tried to pull the boat closer to the dock. We worried that he would be squeezed between the boat and the pier, but the sailor friend drove the boat away, and Mitchell helped our friend out of the water. He was fine, laughed, and learned what not to do in the future. With the boat safe in the berth, we had a late lunch and then champagne to celebrate my birthday today. In spite of the cold, I enjoyed every minute.

And, I figured out where the antagonist in my novel is going to hide. You guessed it, on a boat in the Berkeley Marina.