The past few weeks have been full. End-of-the-school-year, hustle-and-bustle-of-summer, answer emails, market books, clean-clean-clean.
I’m not going to lie. The writing suffered. And when the writing suffers, the inner voice screams. And when the inner voice screams…well…I feel like I’m faking this whole I’m-a-writer thing.
So, I got away. Grabbed my yellow legal pads and purple pens and first draft and took off to a cottage on Lake Michigan.
And. I. Wrote.
A lot of the time I scribbled away on my manuscript to the sounds of a ticking clock, coffee pot brewing, and the waves of the Big Lake.
The writing thrived. I figured out connections between plot points (basically, a game of connect the dots between important events in the story). I worked out some characterization issues (who are these pretend people???). I tightened prose (fixed up the words). And I grew a deeper love for this story.
I remembered that I love this job. I love this story. And I really do love my characters (yes, even the bad guy).
It’s amazing what a little sun and waves will do for a girl.
What would you do if you could get away for the weekend? Who would you take? Where would you go? Have you ever had an amazing get-away? I love to hear from you!