Despite the fact that this blog is coming to you from Ocean City, MD, and the hurricane’s-on-its-way surf gave me as Noah would say “A hell of a sand facial” as I tried to drag myself out of the ocean, it’s not that kind of cry for help. And it’s not a cry for help in the eye of a storm, since we have decided to bug out before Hurricane Earl can drop a tree on our cute little camper. I need a different kind of help. (My critique group would tell you I need a lot of help, but that’s a different blog.)
If any of you happened to see the loose bunny I blogged about last time, I can tell you he’s now on a leash. He has a name and a plot, an interesting backstory and a hero (who is also picky about his name). Okay, Connor, we can call him a friend if that makes you feel better. What these guys need is a setting.
I need something urbanish, large enough to support an indie arts and entertainment weekly and a national manufacturing company, but I don’t want to go with a major metropolis. I am open to all suggestions, particularly if anyone is going to give me a virtual tour. The U.S. East Coast is nice, since I know what it looks like from top to bottom. While I love hanging out north of the border, I think the plot needs to be in the U.S. Feel free to jump in with your suggestions, and if I don’t get back to you, it’s because I’m driving away from Hurricane Earl. Safe wishes to everyone in the hurricane’s path. Right now, I’ve got to get a beach full of sand out of my hair.