So this is the last (half) day of My Own Writing Retreat -- two weeks alone to work on my book. This is the sort of opportunity I fantasized about when I had two little small children and was beginning my career as a published author. If only I had time by myself, I would think, and nobody else's schedule to consider, how much I could write!
Well, guess what? It did not work out that way. Yes, I had plenty of time to write, so I did make some major progress, although not a lot of new pages. I discovered some serious flaws with what I'd already written, leading
to lots of time rethinking and revising the foundation chapters (1-3). I also realized I
had to spend more time planning the rest of the book, and that was done.
As I'd expected, it was easier to work without having to
think about anybody else's schedule, so I could work, exercise, and eat when it suited me.
But it was also very lonely. What made that worse, I think, was not having a car. I couldn't even drive into town and chat with a sales clerk. It was like I'd been sent to camp for two weeks -- all by myself.
And then there was the day I realized I really needed eye drops and discovered the ones I had were past their best-before date. With no car, what's a gal to do? Fortunately, it was a lovely sunny day, so I walked into town, a hike of nearly nine miles. Getting there wasn't too bad, but I was concerned I would do serious injury to my knee if I walked home, so I bought a helmet and a bike and rode home. Mission accomplished, but not cheaply. I should have rented a car for the two weeks. However, that means I now have a bike, and I did go for some more rides, just not nearly as long.
Also on the upside - I've lost a few pounds. I don't eat as much when I'm alone and there was all that bike riding and walking.
Would I do it again? Not for two weeks and not without a car.
(What book am I working on? Gerrard's story, the sequel to BRIDE FOR A KNIGHT out in Dec.)