I knew this was coming. I know it means for several days shutting out the world while I’m glued to the computer— like in one night cramming a book of information in your brain to get an A on a test.
For my previous books I had the luxury of going to getaway places. For one, the ocean—for the second, a cabin at the foot of the Olympic Mountains. I no longer have that privilege but I need to break out of my house. The looming question: Where to go?
There are options:
Pros: It’s handy; no packing up stuff
Cons: Noise from ringing phone, dear husband vacuuming, loving husband’s desk in same room; wonderful husband talking to me (well, he’s social – the feeling I should cook and do laundry.. Enough.
A NEARBY HOTEL
MY GRANDPARENTS’ OLD HOUSE
Pros: Although 3 hours away, my son only lives a mile away and my cousin and wife just down the street. It’s quiet; I lived there a lot when growing up so I know the house.
Cons: Internet access iffy; the shower is in the basement down outside stairs! Brrr; it isn’t too visible from the street; AND some years ago I wrote a story about a girl, alone in that house, with a stalker peering in the windows to see if she’s there. Umm—I just scared myself!
THERE’S ONE MORE OPTION:
Stay tuned. When the time comes I’ll report from the site.
In the meantime, the always good Lord willin’ and no snow, will be back with you next week.
Praying this weekend you have your own restful breakout,