|Haunted Lake, New Hampshire|
As many of you know, I went away for the weekend because I was a bridesmaid in my old college roommate’s wedding. Katie and I met on freshmen move-in day for Emerson College in August 2004 and have been friends ever since. We don’t see each other all that often since we live in different states, yet we remain in a fairly constant stream of communication—texts, emails, lots of Facebook. Ah, the miracles of modern technology.
I haven’t been on many vacations since the start of this blog due mostly to lack of funds or lack of ideas of places to go, but Katie’s from New Hampshire and that’s where her wedding was, so up to NH I went.
New Hampshire is gorgeous. Lots of nature everywhere. In the few days I was there, I saw several hummingbirds, a chipmunk, a wild turkey, and heard frogs peeping (I didn’t know frogs made noises beyond ribbit) and since Katie was married in an outdoor ceremony on a farm, I also saw cows, llamas, chickens (who might be in some of the wedding photos), and rabbits.
We also saw three rainbows on three consecutive days, including the wedding day. Here’s the one we saw on the way to our bachelorette dinner.
While I was there in New Hampshire, enjoying my time, making friends with the other bridesmaids who were all so cool and funny and awesome, catching up with Katie, her parents, and her sister who I hadn’t seen in ages, helping Katie with stuff (“Don’t forget the marriage license, Katie!”), of course, the Writer Brain was ticking away.
There’s a lake in New Hampshire called Haunted Lake. Apparently, there are several stories of why it was called that—dead bodies, fires along the lake’s shore, weird moans and groans. Made me think about my fantasy/horror writer friends.
The place where we held our bachelorette night had abandoned houses that hadn’t been renovated yet. Could they be a good setting for a ghost story?
On several drives around New Hampshire, we passed through many small towns which seemed to have plaques and statues in their town squares. I saw one somewhere that said 1777. I mean, yes, New York City was settled and history tells us that we had our own stories to tell around that same year, but NYC doesn’t have a lot of things left from that time period.
Plus, I’m now a wee bit obsessed with this show on AMC called TURN, which is about a spy ring in New York during the Revolutionary War. Maybe that time period will be the next historical.
I saw this on Twitter and thought it totally apropos. Us writers, we tuck away all our experiences–and the experiences of those we know–into our brains and heave them back onto our laptops when needed.
Refreshed and ready to get back into my WIP and so, so happy for Katie and Paolo!