Today I went to my Maine Fellowship of Christian Writers group. It's in a quaint town called China Village. China, Maine that is. Maine has all kinds of names of countries for their country towns. Pun intended. It should take about a half an hour for me to get there. Key word: should.
There's an expression that Mainah's say, "You can't get there from here." So, being directionally challenged that I am, which is not a good thing in a rural area with landmarks few and far between, I proved that statement.
The hostess lives near (on, between, past, whatever) the fire road. If you don't know what a fire road is, it's a lane created in rural areas where there are few streets so the firetrucks can get through. Notice the picture below. Obviously I was nowhere near a fire road. But, the view was so pretty I had to get out and try out the new camera I got for my birthday!
At last I realized there was never going to be a fire road out here. So I turned around a headed back out to the main road, over hill and dale.
Now you know, it isn't easy being a writer when you live out in the boonies. But if Stephen King can do it, I can too!