It’s been a very long time since I’ve gone on an actual vacation. Between school, my new job, being a mom, and trying to write something more complex than a grocery list (that I promptly leave on the table instead of taking with me), my brain feels like goo. I have an office where I work on new projects or on homework, but I swear someone put in a revolving door when I wasn’t looking. If it’s not family, it’s a dog…or three. Or the tv is on at top volume. Or the Xbox is going. I don’t know about you, but I can’t write if I can’t think, and I can’t think when I have all this stimuli because I have the attention span of a gnat. I need to get away.
I had this crazy idea that for a week (or maybe two) this summer, I’m going to try to get away. No kids, no mate, no pets, no distractions. I want to be in the middle of no where with my reference books and my computer. I want to be able to take a walk in the woods (provided I can find my way back. I tend to get lost) or read without interruption. Because the best time to ask me something is always when I have a book in my hands. I want to be able to write more than three sentences without someone bothering me about something. I’m craving solitude.
I have no ideas, as of yet, where I would go. If I get accepted to the Yale Writers’ Conference, I’ll do that instead. I won’t be alone, but I’ll be surrounded by other writers who “get” it. But if I don’t (and I’m nothing if not realistic), I want to take a trip by myself, for myself, and recharge my batteries. What do you guys do when you feel like bacon too long in the frying pan?