I think not.
Sometimes, when the writing gets hard, I dream of this legendary Irish Castle Writing Retreat. In my mind, it has morphed into paradise.
|Large and imposing, with a great cloud cover and awesome castle grounds to walk at dusk for inspiration.|
- I am awakened by a small pot of steaming hot tea placed by my bedside table every morning.
- Hours and hours and hours to write. And when I am not writing, I am talking with witty, fab, amazing people about writing. Or I am traipsing about the Irish countryside, thinking about what I shall write next.
- There is not any awkwardness between me and imaginary new author friends, even though we all just probably met.
- The castle is neither too warm nor too cold.
- Delicious food prepared by a cook that we all lovingly refer to as "Cook."
- All unfinished stuff gets finished.
This is probably what would happen at a real writing retreat. To me, anyway.
- Rodents, vermin, bedbugs.
- Freezing cold or stifling hot.
- Lost luggage.
- Hideous food. (And the snacks I brought all get eaten by said vermin.)
- Author conversations: Awkward, awkward, awkward.
|Notice the complete lack of lasting structure. Sneeze too hard, and the whole thing is gonna crumble. See that big fat window on the right that looks like a monster took a bite out of it? That's my room.|
Yeah, I think I'll opt for an imaginary writing retreat.
PS. Where is your dream writing getaway?