So, I decided on an impromptu trip to the ocean to gets some much needed R & R and some writing done.
I left on Saturday, the weather was perfect for the drive, blue clear skies, sun shining down on my hamster mobile.
I sang at the top of my lungs to the radio the whole way down, sunroof open, driving a little faster than I should have.
I arrived around 2:00 pm, and after debating fun vs. work, decided to get right in on the writing. I accomplished a few things in the hours I wrote. I cut about 3oo words from the novel, went through pages and pages of research, and got some words in. The word count doesn't really reflect the work that was done, but I did put a lot of time into it.
The novel took a turn I didn't expect, and now I find myself doing a lot of research on teen psych facilities. It's interesting for sure, but also very sad that teens find no recourse than to turn to violence, self harm, addictions, and eating disorders to get them through the day, landing them in these kinds of places. I expected someone like my main character to perhaps spend a few days in a place like this, but come to find out the average time for someone like her is about four months. Sad indeed.
Anyway, the day I got here was perfect, I worked, got a little sun, won money at the casino, took myself to dinner, and watched True Grit (I loves me some Coen brothers films).
Day two was mostly writing and research with a shopping trip in the middle. Birthday presents, gummy butterflies and salt water taffy, and monkey candle holders. I closed up shop around 4:00 pm, bbq'd myself a Gorgonzola burger and made homemade fries, then watched an SVU marathon into the night.
Here I am today. Cleaning the place up, catching up on email and facebook, then back to writing for a couple hours before heading home.
A perfect quiet weekend. I wanted to catch up on some other stuff too, video, blog posts, reading, but was immersed in my novel to do anything other than write (and the fun stuff).
Happy Monkey Madness Monday to you all, I hope you have a productive and fulfilling week.
Peace out,
Megan
Sounds like a heavenly weekend, Megan! I'm just a little jealous. Is it a friend's place? And I love that monkey--reminds me of the research on attachment though, which always makes me so sad... that the monkeys preferred the mom that was soft and cuddly even without food to the wire mom that could feed them.
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