I love the Low Country beaches of South Carolina. There is just something about the salt air and the sound of the surf that makes me happy. When I develop writer’s block, I hop in the car and drive non-stop to the beach. My car is like a horse headed to the barn when I point it east.
My husband often says that the beach heals me. What can I say? The beach is my heaven on earth. The tingle of dried sea salt on my skin, warm sand beneath my toes, and a splash of Coppertone to mingle with the ocean breeze. Heaven. A simple walk on the beach and I’m writing again.