|Our little condo on Jack Frost Mt.|
When my husband came home, he told me to get the heck out of Dodge for awhile. He sent me to our Pocono Mountain house, since it wasn't rented that weekend. It took some gentle prodding to get me to go. Believe it or not, we've had the house six years and I've never gone there by myself.
|Frequent backyard visitors|
So I went. I can't say it was really a writing retreat. If I'd had some chapters I was burning to write, I probably would've refused to go, holed up in the basement, and spent the weekend attached to my laptop. Instead of writing, I needed some think time, because I was a little bit stuck.
|The Lehigh River|
I enjoyed my retreat, and I worked out a few things in my head for my WIP. I also watched a movie alone, went out to eat alone, hiked down to the Lehigh River ... and did a little kitchen maintenance in the house. (ie: scrubbed the pots that tenants had left blackened and burned)
|I hung out on this bench a long time.|
When's the last time you had some alone time?