I need a writing retreat. I thought my summer vacation would have served that purpose, but it didn't. To get the work done, I need time to myself without other people to worry about.
I don't like the idea of a formal writing retreat where there's a planned itinerary. I just want to fly to the beach, get a room alone in my favorite hotel, sit on the balcony, and write. I can think of nothing better than going to the beach off-season and having it mostly to myself.
Luckily, my husband does enough travel, the kind of travel that takes him 24 hours to get to his destination, that I'm certain he has enough miles to cover my flight. I've been boycotting flying since all the TSA nonsense. I'm willing to take the pat-down (but not irradiation) to have a few days alone with one of my manuscripts.
When I did software development, my most productive days were days when I worked at home. I put my laptop on my lap and put my feet up on the ottoman in my favorite chair. I worked on an application nonstop until it was done. Now I can't sit in that chair because of a back problem, and the room has become a giant toy box. My Muse is scared of that room.
What I want is a balcony overlooking the ocean, a stiff-backed chair, and room service.