Creative Retreat
With so many demands on my time, it’s become increasingly difficult to carve out large blocks of it for working on my book. So difficult, in fact, that I started to nurse a dream of holing up in a hotel room somewhere with my laptop and my story notes and work non-stop of my book. I could keep odd hours and stay in my comfy clothes and live off of cheese and crackers while I puzzled out how to pull apart my complicated story and put it back together again.
When real life kept intruding on my efforts to work on the big revision ideas that resulted from Jen’s feedback, pulling me away for days or even a week at a time, I decided the only way I was going to make the progress I’m determined to make was to turn that little hermit-y dream into a reality. So I booked a reservation at a mid-price hotel in a seaside town for three nights. On my reservation special requests, I wrote, “I’ll be on a self-imposed writing retreat. A great view for inspiration would be much appreciated.” The hotel very kindly obliged with a third floor corner room with views both south and west across water. At check-in, the clerk asked me if I was writing a book about their town. Sadly no, but I suspect their town will find its way into the story nonetheless.
The weather has kindly obliged, as well. The town was delightfully misty and fog-bound when I arrived and the forecast is for a satisfying winter storm coming in tomorrow. Just the thing I needed to feel all writerly.
And so here I am, story notes spread out, story files open, a cup of tea at hand. Let’s hope it’ll be a long, long night.
Reader Comments (4)
Yay!! I hope you are having a fabulous, productive, and simultaneously restful retreat.
Love, love, love that you did this!
@Sister: Thank you! I had a wonderful time. Perhaps a little low on the rest part, since I kept some really wonky hours, but it was certainly productive.
@Tammy: Thank you!!! I'm so glad I did it, too. It felt super decadent to do absolutely nothing but stay in my room for three days. In the middle of the night, I'd sneak out for a bit of air (there was a walking trail right next to the hotel) and it was like I was the only person in the world.
I had a really great time and I was super happy to come home.