I am a very lucky girl. Hubby's birthday present to me this year was a weekend away at a cabin in the middle of nowhere so that I could get away from it all and write. So Friday I packed up and, with Hubby and Moondancer in tow, we went to the cabin.
We couldn't have had better timing. I really needed to unwind, and six inches of snow had fallen the night before, making everything gorgeous. The cabin was a true REFUGE. Miles away from civilization, with nothing but the peaceful woods surrounding us, I felt like years of stress melted away and I spent long, lovely hours with my muse.
(I'm going to let Moondancer tell the rest of this story. She's much cuter than I am, anyways. But please excuse her hair. Because we were 'roughing it' in the woods, she's not her usual glamorous self.)
Moondancer arrives at the cabin on Friday and surveys her territory:
Finding it satisfactory, she quickly went inside the cabin and made herself at home by the fire.
After relaxing a bit, Moondancer decided it was time to get to work. She set up all of her writing junk at the kitchen table, which had a lovely view, and started planning her fourth novel.
She planned and planned, and then wrote and wrote, and she didn't stop when it got dark either. No, her muse was speaking, and she had to put it all on paper!
Don't worry friends, she didn't work herself too hard. This was a writing RETREAT after all, and she had lots of relaxing to do. So when she needed a break, she ventured into the surrounding woods and cleared her mind.
But even then, her muse still spoke. It seemed inspiration was all around, in the most unexpected places! From love hearts carved in a tree...
To mysterious caves...
To pretty bridges over frozen streams, or docks over ponds of ice...
To rocks made for thinking, and fallen trees meant for writing...
Even to the outhouse, she couldn't get away! (Sorry, Moondancer! We'll leave you to your business!)
Her muse was with her everywhere she went. So she wrote and wrote until she had to take a nap:
And when she wasn't sleeping or writing, there were other places Moondancer loved to relax. She liked to settle into her favorite chair with a good book:
And her FAVORITE thing was sitting in the hot tub with a glass of red wine:
When it was finally time to leave, Moondancer felt very satisfied. All of her stress was gone, and she'd written the first part of her novel. Very successful indeed! So she bid the cabin adieu and set out for home.
(There will probably be a more serious blog to come, although Moondancer did a great job by herself. But you never know...she just may give you a glimpse into her new novel, if she can pull herself away from writing long enough to blog.)