Comments on: Sailing and Slapping Halyards/Writer's Workshop #1

By: The Peach Tart

The Peach Tart — Wed, 20 May 2009 15:59:34 +0000

I so enjoyed reading this, being an aspiring writer myself, your images transported me there

The Peach Tart

By: Mama Kat

Mama Kat — Mon, 18 May 2009 22:44:00 +0000

You make me feel like I was right there with you…thanks for playing along!!

By: The Mother

The Mother — Sat, 16 May 2009 16:26:00 +0000

I have great sailing memories of my childhood, too. We had a 17 footer that we would sail around our little lake.

I know that sound well. Your post brought back a rush of wonderful memories.

By: Vic

Vic — Fri, 15 May 2009 20:38:00 +0000

The best part is the way you established the mood and rhythm of water and the noise of the halyards. I could so imagine the whole scene.

I really enjoy your writing, Margo.

By: WhisperingWriter

WhisperingWriter — Fri, 15 May 2009 04:52:00 +0000

Ooo I love this. I actually felt like I was there.

By: Banteringblonde

Banteringblonde — Fri, 15 May 2009 03:27:00 +0000

awesome … i can hear that soundA!

By: The Lucky Mrs. T

The Lucky Mrs. T — Thu, 14 May 2009 19:16:00 +0000

Over from Kat’s.

I could smell the sea….

By: Trudy

Trudy — Thu, 14 May 2009 17:46:00 +0000

Beautiful writing…I was so right there with you, could feel the wind in my hair!

Stopping by from Mama Kat’s!

By: Sparky ♥ ∞

Sparky ♥ ∞ — Thu, 14 May 2009 16:31:00 +0000

That so reminds me of my childhood. I grew up on the water in Central Florida with a fishing pole in my hand. We didn’t have sailboats. We used power boats (for the great distances) and push craft for the rest. Fond memories, indeed.
I enjoyed this post greatly. Thanks for writing it. 8^)

By: Pricilla

Pricilla — Thu, 14 May 2009 15:52:00 +0000

The publicist was transported back to her sailing days with her husband. Even to the point of slight nausea as she was always seasick. It was her husband's dream to sail off - literally. Her vomitting over the rails on a constant basis rather destroyed that dream so they took off in a land yacht instead.

Not as classically romantic but still fun.

She does, though love the sound of the halyards. Always has. She grew up on a bay in front of a small (very small) yacht club.

She thanks you for the good part of the memories but not for the slight nausea...