Retreating To Write

If you're a writer, reading this post may result in some envy, so don't say I didn't warn you. Last week I spent four days in silence writing here:

I brewed fresh coffee and ate breakfast in my cottage, but at noon and in the evenings, I walked to fresh monk-cooked meals (served and relished in silence while listening to music) along this path:

Best of all, I spent 10-12 hours a day with my characters here:

The results? Renewed hope that I might be able to write something other than crap. Alleluia.


Anonymous said…
Apparently, you are into the deeper meaning of Christmas. Each Advent, for years, I've given in to the madness of gift-shopping until after a couple of weeks, I feel spiritually ill. But after reading your last post about your retreat in monk territory, I'm going to make an effort to put more time into my writing before all comes to a halt on Christmas.

Now that you're back, does this mean you, too, will be caught up in preparing for the day?

Mitali Perkins said…
Sadly, I am sure I will fall prey to the frenzy. But the retreat definitely helped. As I left the monastery and pulled onto the highway, someone behind me honked and I noticed I was driving 45 mph. My pace had slowed so much I was on auto-pilot no-hurry.