The other day I started outlining and researching my next novel, tentatively called “The Grandma Gene.” While I was creating characters and such, I realized that I had set the novel on St. Simons Island–a lovely little island off the coast of Georgia. Eugenia Price made the island famous because 1) she lived on it and 2) she set her historical novels on St. Simons.
I’ve never been to St. Simons, but my mom and her sisters have gone and they loved it. So I toyed with the idea of taking a few days to rent a beach house and going up there to soak up the local color. After doing a little research, I discovered that it’s the same price to go up for four days as it is just to rent a house for a week. So I decided to rent a beach house.
Then I asked myself, “Do I go alone?” I knew my husband and son were gearing up for the school year, so they’d be busy–plus, someone has to stay here and take care of the beasts. So I thought my Mom might want to go.
After a quick flurry of calls and emails, we arranged it. Sunday morning, Lord willing, I left home and drove to Lakeland, where I picked up my cousin Ginger, then we drove to Winter Haven, where we picked up my Aunt Irene, then we drove over to Rockledge, where we picked up my mom. After that, we headed straight up I-95 until we hit St. Simons. By the time you read this, we should be lazing like women of leisure, swapping stories and generational tales about the family. I am SO looking forward to this.
And best of all, it’s all research for the novel. 🙂
I’ll try to post some pictures as the week progresses. Enjoy your week!