I’m back to reality, after last week’s flights of fiction in the heights of the Australian Alps.
Five days – two spent mostly driving, which meant hours of plotting, and three spent writing (and plotting, and character soul-searching, and – because I had a writing partner along for the fun – laughing at the self-induced madness that is writing.)
It was great.
But I defy any writer to imagine themselves sitting in one of these very comfy chairs in front of the fire (it was just chilly enough to justify one) and not being inspired to write…
I’m pretty damn happy with how it all went, because the work in progress is now 47 out of 51 chapters done, so just 4 chapters and 146 hashtags away from being a finished first draft.
Buckets of thanks to my family for doing without me, and my writing buddy for coming with me, and the lovely staff at Ramada Dinner Plain for keeping us caffeinated.
I know I’ve said before that the writing life has highs and lows, but it’s worth remembering that, sometimes, the highs put you on top of the world.
Or at least on top of the mountains.
So, wherever you are this week, I wish you good writing!