Post Card from San Diego
I love San Diego. Even now, in September, when the temperature is climbing and the pesky devil wind has blown up. The sky is blue, the water sparkles, and from my perch on a friend’s deck, a cruise ship is passing out of port. I would live here again in a New York (or California) minute.
I say this not only because it’s true, but to drive my good friend Jeff Shelby a little nuts. He’s the only person I know who feels as passionately about SD as I do.
I just learned from my editor that I am being asked to make some revisions on the second Anna Strong book and to have them completed by the middle of October. They are good revisions so I don’t mind. In fact, of the three books, BLOOD DRIVE is the one I liked the least. I think these revisions will make it a much better book. And since the plan is to launch it six months after the first (instead of the usual year), I can understand the need to be fast. It just means when I get home, I have to hit the ground running.
But first, trips to Mission Beach and La Jolla. Visits to a few bookstores. Dinners with good friends and family. This morning I walked from my home away from home into Balboa Park. The secret headquarters for San Diego’s supernatural community is still safely hidden behind its magical veil. I watched people walk back and forth and no one was aware of what lies behind the concrete park bench and innocuous hedge. But I do. And I could swear, I saw Anna and Police Chief Williams slip through the mystical waterfall and disappear before my very eyes.
Of course, I knew where to look……