So this is how it feels to hole up somewhere: the snow has come on and off this week, the sun has come and gone and returned, the chilly air outside has the snap of a crisp spring peapod, and all is very peaceful. There is no external stimulation; my life has turned totally inward this week. Reading books, watching DVD after DVD.
No writing (tried). No “work” of any kind.
For some reason, I cannot do this while at “home.”
I guess even writers can take a vacation.
Happy New Year. I wish everyone many good stories this year!
3 Comments
December 31, 2006 at 9:32 am
That sounds so… lovely. Hooray for writers’ vacations! I had one too, but totally the opposite - I was so overstimulated (in Las Vegas) I couldn’t write a word.
I love the idea of reading and watching moves in the snowy quiet. Mmmm.
December 31, 2006 at 11:14 am
Oh yes. *sigh*
I wish I were doing that right now!
December 31, 2006 at 7:59 pm
Sounds lovely!
Happy vacation–and Happy New Year to you.
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