Oh, okay, so I've only been gone a day. Just over 24 hours. Gizmo Guy had a special something or other he had to do in another town over night so it would have been dangerous for him to try to drive home overnight. So he booked a hotel room and invited me to come stay in the room while he worked. It was a lovely room in a converted warehouse in the downtown of Peterborough. It had 12 or 15 foot high ceilings, lots of space, a jet tub, and since it was on the ground floor a private patio. It even had a very romantic fireplace.
It would have been a very romantic night. Except Gizmo Guy wasn't there. That does tend to put a crimp in a romance. (Yes, I can hear you joking about how it is possible for one person to...yeah, we'll leave it unsaid, shall we?)
But being away, having no worries about having to clean up or feeding the boys and doing the inevitable dishes afterward set up an quiet yearning in me. To go somewhere where I could sit on a patio with my laptop while warm breezes wafted over me, perhaps an ocean lapped just beyond. With maid service. And all the Daiquiris I can drink. Maybe somewhere like the Virgin Islands.
Or maybe I could stay in a castle in a room with a four poster bed, and a window that looks over fields of sheep beyond.
|Dani and Sue, two of my critique partners overlooking Dallas|
One of my critique partners has suggested I go back to Texas, which I am seriously considering. Another suggested the Emerald City Writers conference out in Seattle, and yet another person suggested the conference in New Jersey. But for now I'll just have to imagine myself somewhere else.
If you had unlimited funds and could go anywhere just to kick back and relax, where would you go?