[writing] into the woods...

It's a for-certain. Next week I am off to the wilds of Lake of the Woods, armed only with my laptop, a week's worth of groceries, and my fat grey cat. There to let the solitude and boredom work their wiles on my brain and coax forth some more novel. I'm leaving as many distractions behind as I can - no sewing, no novels, no nothing. The best period of writing I ever had was the summer I spent jobless in a tiny one bedroom apartment with only a laptop and my cat for entertainment. I wrote 400 pages in those 4 months.

Sensory deprivation is a powerful thing.