Christine Feehan's Blog - Posts Tagged "ocean"
A Little Town Called Sea Haven
You may think it all started with the Drake Sisters series, but actually it happened before that. I discovered Sea Haven, the fictional town by the ocean that homes both the Drake Sisters and the Sisters of the Heart.
I lived, for a very long time, in Lake County, California on Cobb Mountain. I loved it there and the small town feel of it. My children went to school and most were raised there. My career took off while I lived in that house and at that time my big dream was for a remodeled kitchen and the ability to send my children to college. Last year, that house burned to the ground in the Cobb Mountain fire that took hundreds of homes. Few things of mine were still there, but it was our family home that we still owned and it breaks my heart to think that it is gone. But, the memories are still there. The closeness of sisters, the small town feel where everybody knew everybody and secrets were harder to keep the longer you lived there.
I moved to a small town on the coast, near the Redwood trees. I can see the ocean from my living room window on a clear day and walk in the forest on my property. Several small towns surround me and those towns, plus the small-town feel and experience of Cobb Mountain, make up Sea Haven. Sea Haven is all that I love about small towns and its people, about the ocean and the woods.
Sea Haven is nearly a character all on its own, but it’s the community of Sea Haven that make it come alive and give it character. People know you and ask about you when you walk into the grocery or go get your hair or nails done. The artisans, inspired by the beauty surrounding them, are plenty and talented and I know so many of them by name now. People care about keeping their community clean, their children safe and the people active in all that goes on around them. You almost feel as though you have stepped back into time when helping your neighbor was a priority, generosity was commonplace and laughter was contagious.
Sea Haven exists, in parts, everywhere. I have been there. Perhaps not visiting a town by that name, but by visiting many small towns along the coast that make up this beautiful place I write about. Towns like that still exist throughout American, and I imagine, throughout the world.
Fire Bound
I lived, for a very long time, in Lake County, California on Cobb Mountain. I loved it there and the small town feel of it. My children went to school and most were raised there. My career took off while I lived in that house and at that time my big dream was for a remodeled kitchen and the ability to send my children to college. Last year, that house burned to the ground in the Cobb Mountain fire that took hundreds of homes. Few things of mine were still there, but it was our family home that we still owned and it breaks my heart to think that it is gone. But, the memories are still there. The closeness of sisters, the small town feel where everybody knew everybody and secrets were harder to keep the longer you lived there.
I moved to a small town on the coast, near the Redwood trees. I can see the ocean from my living room window on a clear day and walk in the forest on my property. Several small towns surround me and those towns, plus the small-town feel and experience of Cobb Mountain, make up Sea Haven. Sea Haven is all that I love about small towns and its people, about the ocean and the woods.
Sea Haven is nearly a character all on its own, but it’s the community of Sea Haven that make it come alive and give it character. People know you and ask about you when you walk into the grocery or go get your hair or nails done. The artisans, inspired by the beauty surrounding them, are plenty and talented and I know so many of them by name now. People care about keeping their community clean, their children safe and the people active in all that goes on around them. You almost feel as though you have stepped back into time when helping your neighbor was a priority, generosity was commonplace and laughter was contagious.
Sea Haven exists, in parts, everywhere. I have been there. Perhaps not visiting a town by that name, but by visiting many small towns along the coast that make up this beautiful place I write about. Towns like that still exist throughout American, and I imagine, throughout the world.
Fire Bound
