Wednesday, May 30, 2012



This past weekend, a friend and I escaped to the Green Mountains for a writing weekend. We're both feeling stressed about our theses (I'm so freaked out now, eight months in advance, I can only imagine the basketcase I'll be in January), and one day when we were at a writing conference in South Carolina, she said, "You know what I'd love to do? Rent a secluded cabin somewhere and just write." Well isn't that funny? I had been trolling vacation rental sites with the same idea.

The picture above was the view from our deck. There was no TV, we watched a movie each night via laptop and had to trek up to the main house to access the Internet, a trip we made only once a day, when we were done working. I don't know the last time I was so disciplined, or when I got so much done! It's the cruelty that comes with the ease of writing on a laptop: constant access to the world's greatest procrastination tool. I revised three stories over the weekend. Three! Who knew I even had that in me?

I vowed that when I came home I wouldn't lose my momentum but I admit, it's been a challenge. I keep thinking of that little cabin with its sweet porch, the horses across the way, the quiet and comfort. Sigh.

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