I just finished reading Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn, which I would have bestowed the title Best Beach Reading ever. Except, you probably shouldn’t read it at the beach, because if you do, you won’t so much as glance at the gorgeous waves rolling toward your feet or notice the sun-warmed sand between your toes. Because Gone Girl’s intriguing plot will smother all of your senses.
I loved this book.
And starting tomorrow? I’ll be Gone, Girl. I’m heading up to The Hambidge Center for a creative fellowship where, for twelve days– with no cell phone reception and limited wifi– I will write.
I have to admit– I’m a little nervous. I started writing when my oldest child was six months old– almost eleven years ago. I’ve always written with kids around or nearby or while doing stuff for them. My quieter moments are stolen from the early morning hours, when the kids are sleeping, or the late night hours after they’ve gone to bed. But even those quiet moments– I’m writing in between packing lunches or folding laundry or doing something for my kids. The chaos of children is sort of–how– I learned to write.
So what happens when my kids aren’t there? Aside from me pining away for them, will I actually be able to write? Will my creative juices be able to flow as easily?
Who knows? But I sure hope I can make great use of this time.
But to keep me on track…to hold myself accountable, I’m going to blog every day I’m at Hambridge. Well, at least I’ll try.
Wish me luck!
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Tomorrow will be the last WHEN DO YOU WRITE? before it goes on hiatus until after Labor Day. So swing by tomorrow and check it out!