One last wish, for a view to the edge of the world.
The big wave. Lots of possible interpretations. Right now, everything that stands between me and my novel. The wall of water has its attractions, too, though. How do I sort it all out?
Lately I have been watching videos of big wave surfing--in bed, in the dark, on an Ipad. The habit began while reading The Wave by Susan Casey, much of which portrays the life and extraordinary abilities of Laird Hamilton, the big wave surfer. (Here's the fun of the Ipad--read a few pages, flip over to YouTube and watch the exact ride just described in the book.) I finished the book, but the videos remain, a waking dream before sleep.
Here's Laird Hamilton, surfing my wave dream. He is a genius of the sea.