I returned last night from a whole two days away, deciding that a houseful of visiting Kings might e sufficient to keep catastrophe at bay. Two entire days, driving down to Big Sur and talking to the redwoods. And although I didnâ€™t take my laptop or a writing pad, and only took a cell phone in case of problems at home, I find Iâ€™ve come home with work accomplished.
I now know the new character for the next Russell book, and his name.
I have some ideas for a fabulous standalone novel.
And Iâ€™ve found an amazing setting for a possible writersâ€™ workshop.
Sure I love my job, but isnâ€™t it a little unbalanced to go off on a mini vacation and come home with more work than Iâ€™d started with?