You can't believe how great it is to get away for a week. No phone, no Crackberry, no Internet (not much anyway), no clients, no obligations, no scary nightmares about an insane polar-bear hating, inexperienced, conservative neanderthal Veep candidate, who is just "pretty" enough for America to vote into office...none of that....just THE NOVEL.
Here's what's been happening: I get up at 6:30 and eat breakfast. I write from 7:30 to noon. Then eat lunch. From 1 to 4, I write. Then go for a run, shower, dinner. And from 7 to 9:30, I write some more. Then read until bed.
What has prompted this insanity? I try to do it every once in a while, go somewhere cheap and quiet. Retreat centers are good if you can find one you like. But the woods are the best. Also, (shhh, it's a secret), someone (an editor in fact, no agent in sight these days) has expressed interest in perhaps publishing the novel, depending on how good my radical revision is. And guess what, folks, it's going to be very good.
Okay, I'll be back on Monday, Sept. 15th, as my personal secretary noted, with thoughts on More Than It Hurts You by Darin Strauss for our book club meeting.