I’m on a writing vacation.
I took the week off from work to write. It’s something that I’ve done before. But this time, I’m doing it differently.
I’ve made no goals this time around, hitched my heart to no expectations. I am going to write. That’s what I’m going to do, and I’ll see where and how far it takes me. By definition, any progress is progress—and I’m of the mind that all progress is good.
I’m mixing the writing with regular exercise (walking to keep me active as well as help me think), reading (because a writer must also be a reader), and filling my eyes and ears with inspiring things: Muse, reruns of Lost, wooded trails that lead to who knows where. No distractions like email or internet that isn’t directly linked with a writing-related need (the horror, I know!).
This week, I’m going to kick some ass.