So I ditched the Beneficent Mr. Hall and loaded up Betsy for a trip to the beach.
I don’t, as a rule, write at the beach. I think at the beach. There’s something about waves that’s very conducive to thinking. As it happened, I already knew what I needed to think about. And fortuitously, the beach gave me a great tip. (You can read all about it over at The Muffin today.)
Now if I can just keep my eyes on the waves rather than the surfer boys…
Cathy C. Hall Writes 
Heading over to The Muffin now. I can’t wait to see what washed up in the waves. I agree with you. The beach is a wondrous thinking place.
Your hooked me. I’ve already read your post on the Muffin. Great job!