Life is never dull in the life of a writing aficionado, unless the creative guru lives under the weird watch of emotionally unstable citizens of a mobile home park. I kid you not. The environment is a life under The Mobile Dome: Under the Truth Serum by yours truly. Get ready to give up privacy, yard space, and values once thought of as those of a Christian single female. A soul seeker. A University Graduate.
D.Martin photo of Coco
Try to work on opportunities of the heart. A romantic experience. Hope to share your space. Adopt a loveable chocolate female Labrador Retriever. Fairly certain that such a delightful pastime as talking to a sweet dog is in the cards, I said, “Yes!” Delightful hope. Tradition is a hoax meant to keep Jewels, Nala, and Coco out of my yard, forever.
Entitled residents who hog parking with no less than two campers, a couple of gas guzzler cars, and shorten your yard-space become next door neighbors. They reshape your yard space with the likes of a new pop-out Fifth-Wheeler. Not an overstatement. In fact, this is their get-away from city life and a spacious home in the desert. The signup for dwelling at the Mobile Dome does not read: Bring your Pollutants.
Characters here are like those in FRIENDS and more-so. Considering the diversity of mating talents, shipshapers can find the ghoul, the addicted, the night and day hiker, the stalker, gambler, experimental partner, transvestite, and loner.
Some loners become writers. Case in point is the seagull rescuer, the ocean hiker, the writer who walks the changing tides to write about researching urchins and seabirds. My first couple of years were the happiest writing about such trivial pursuits.
The air is fresh and free of pollutants near the ocean. I confess a growing truth. THE MOBILE DOME: UNDER THE TRUTH SERUM is a more emotional experience after fifteen years. Wooden picket gates and lattice surrounds isolate but hardly deter nosy neighbors, their snarly dogs, fantasy rules and uninvited proclamations. Yet, simply living near the beach is all that I desire. Truth is that I cannot imagine living away from the rolling waves.