I’m going away for a few days. Not far. Maybe about three or four miles from home. I’m going to check myself into a hotel, away from the telephone and the mailbox, and write. It’s something I’ve never tried before, but I’m hoping for great results.
I’ve been in this writing game for 24 years and 48 books. (Gasp!) I’ve known lots of writers who go to hotels or B&Bs or friend’s cabins, etc., to write. I know one author who goes away for 9 days (a week sandwiched between two weekends) and writes the complete first drafts of her novels. Most, however, tend to go away at the end of the book to do a fast and furious finish. Oh, how I wish I were in that latter bunch right now! I am nowhere near the end of this novel. Come to think of it, I wish I were the writer who does a first draft in 9 days! What must that be like?
My goal for this experiment is to see if I can immerse myself into the story, write fast, produce a lot of pages, then bring that fresh insight and enthusiasm home with me to continue the momentum in my office amidst the interruptions of daily life.
I know that I’ll miss my own bed and all my familiar things. I know that no matter how much I take with me, there will be something I wish I had. The last thing I want is to come home for any reason. I’m quite sure that would defeat the purpose in a big way. I wish this hotel had room service because it would be great to never have to go out at all. At least, I think it would be great. However, there are restaurants and a Moxie Java (better than Starbucks) nearby — just a walk across the parking lot — so I won’t need to drive anywhere.
Here’s hoping for mega-pages, all of them good.