Friday, 3 February 2012
The magic of a real writing retreat...
I left home on Friday 20th January with between 1,500 and 1,800 wds of the next novel, and a year's worth of thinking, and the knowledge that gradually I'd persuaded myself that this thing could be attempted. The prequel plus the sequel of The Coward's Tale, in one.
I came home yesterday, 2nd Feb, having had 12 days at the marvellous Anam Cara, just me in residence. All writing, as ever, done curled up on the bed (although I am assured by Huguette, the masseuse who tackled my shoulders on Tuesday, that I will regret it)... or in front of a turf fire, in the evenings - feet up on the sheepskin-covered footstool.
I took two days off -necessary R&R, because the writing I have chosen to do is very intense - both strands, in different ways. So, ten days on which I wrote during the morning, and the evening. Most days, I went for a walk in the afternoon, either down to the strand, or up to the mountaintop above Mountain MIne at Allihies.
No internet on the laptop. NO facebook and twitter at all. Emails only accessed after the day's work had been done, on the slowest PC in Ireland.
And I came back with 41,375 words. Maybe not all the right ones. maybe not all in the right order. But goodness me, isn't this internet thing a drain of energy if we let it be?