I spent the morning on a five mile walk along the Gulf Coast, searching for signs of hurricane Ivan’s devastation from 2004; it didn’t take long to find the empty slabs and old water and electrical connections where homes used to sit. Crooked wooden pylons jutted from the water where marinas once soaked in the sun. I found an old twenty foot bay cruiser tangled by a decade of growth. Its splintered fiberglass hull sat a hundred meters from the waterline. Parts of my current WIP involve a post-apocalyptic gulf coast.  When I’m writing about things of that nature, I find it very helpful to put down the keyboard and look for it myself.