The seas in Maine have been wild and woolly from Erin this week - spray flying, waves hammering the rocks - all played against the sapphire brilliance of an August New England sky.
Do you sense a good metaphor coming on?
I've been using some of my time away on this rugged Maine coast to ponder the creative process (yes, we've talked about that here), and to contemplate life's changes. I found this line of imagery with which I'm rather smitten: You'll never cross the ocean unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore. READ MORE