Ah, this is my favourite time of year. A week where I get to sit in a little cottage in the middle of nowhere while everything is cold, frozen, and completely abandoned around me, and just write. One of my few writing retreats.
It’s been fantastic. I finished the first draft of a short story I plan to submit to a market on Thursday or Friday (after I get some feedback and editing help), and am working on the novel now. I’m hoping to be close to 70,000 words before heading home on Tuesday, which leaves me with about 15,000/day.
Probably a lot to do, but I think I can manage it. Or at least close. But the glory of waking up, having a humble breakfast and coffee, and then writing straight until I am ready to make dinner, followed by more writing until I to bed… it’s incredible.
If there’s a downside, it’s that time like this (which happens only twice a year) reminds me how much happier I would be if I could manage to write full-time.
But that’s okay! Super happy for the next several days at least, and I’m going to lean into that.
Hope everyone is having a good start to February!