That would me. Last Friday I packed a lunch, my laptop and my work-in-progress, and ran away from home.
This is where I went.
To my friends’ house. Make that cottage. This charming little cottage is in their back yard. I have fallen in love with it, and now I’m convinced that every home needs a cottage. It’s a perfect place for an author—or anyone, for that matter—to escape to. Comfy, cosy and no distractions.
Except the garden. A perfect place to take a break and admire the flower and birds. I was particularly intrigued by the antics of a male hummingbird, who feasted on flower nectar and intermittently flew loop-the-loops over the yard. He only weighed a few ounces, and yet I was a little intimidated.
In spite of some periodic birdwatching, I revised, wrote, and revised some more. Forty pages in all, and it felt wonderful to have such a productive day. I’m getting close to “the end” now, and this was just the impetus I needed to press on.
On Saturday afternoon I teamed up with my good friend and critique partner, Rachel Goldsworthy, to present a writers’ workshop on blogging. It was a lot of fun, we received some wonderful feedback, and we hope to have a chance to do it again.
Until next time,
Lee
