So, I spent Memorial weekend camping up the river with friends and family – but no internet and no cell service. I began to shake with
withdrawals about an hour into the first day. NO TWITTER! What if my editor tweeted and mentioned she was looking for something for a new anthology? What if my crit partner sold again and I wasn’t there to share the news? What if Cynthia Eden finalled in yet another contest?!? Or…what if someone tweeted the best, most perfect way to cook oatmeal? AND I MISSED IT?
I began to calm down about the second rainy day. And then, since it was pouring down, I began to write. Without the internet, IM or Twitter calling me to just take a little break and check in. It was rather…PEACEFUL.
For the record, my idea of camping is on private property in a trailer with ovens, microwaves, showers and heat. Not exactly roughing it. But as I said…it rained the whole time. You add in kids and dogs, and that’s a whole lot of mud.
Here are my final stats for the weekend:
Words written: 8,000
Pounds gained: At least 5
Loads of laundry to do upon arriving home: At least 10
Left over eggs since we all do breakfast together: 3 cartons of 18 each – YIKES!
Shoes I brought home that ended up mixed with ours… a pink sneaker size 3 and a brown boot size 12.
Shoes of ours completely destroyed by mud and rain: 5 – yes there should be an even number, but somehow we lost a yellow sneaker size 6.
Wine bottles left over: Um…none