Happy Friday! And it is with great pleasure I announce the return of my favorite blog segment, Beach Chat, where I ask a few questions of a fiction writer. Today’s featured author? Moi! (that’s French for me!) Enjoy!
Name: Jayne Ormerod
Most cherished beach memory: At the tender age of 12, my son was bitten by the Surfing Bug. Not unusual for people who live near the shore. A little rarer for people like us who lived an hour away. It was a problem because he could only surf when I drove him, sat there on the beach, then drove him home when he was done (hours later.) He caught me in a week moment one balmy summer’s morn and I agreed to a day at the beach. I grabbed a beach towel, beach chair, beach cooler and the book I was currently reading, The Great Gatsby by Ernest Hemingway (a much more interesting read as an adult than a high school student!) I sat and lost myself in the world of
Long Island in the summer of 1922. Needing to flip myself for the even tan, I paused and looked out over the waves. I spotted a lone surfer, my son, with fins to the left of him and fins to the right. He was surfing amidst a pod of dolphins! It was the coolest thing ever!