Wishing…
Posted By admin on August 16, 2011
I were here–over there–to the right. A couple of writerly friends and I take a week every November to write on a beach somewhere. Actually, I used to write on the beach when I was a little girl with sticks in the sand. Nowadays, we rent a house and use laptops and write words the sea won’t wash away.
Sadly, this year, one of us started a new day job, and won’t have vacation, so we can’t meet for our retreat. I’m sad. I love my sweet family, but they like for me to show up when they want me to. I really look forward to that one week in a year when I don’t have to show up for anything except the occasional crab leg and twelve or more hours of unbroken writing time each day.
My girl suggested I ask the beloved to go with me. My feeling was he’d want to sightsee stuff, and she said that since I like to sightsee stuff, that works out. See? My sweet family doesn’t get twelve unbroken hours of writing a day. However, I get them–the family that is–so I probably won’t complain! Excessively.
I am thinking about a solo trip to the beach in November. Storms and cold waves and wind and more wind. That’s a whole lot of bliss!
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