Sunday, December 14, 2008


Ocean breeze, white sandy beaches, gorgeous views plus no housework, no email, no phone calls for a week: a writer's dream. I brought my college-ruled notebook, three pens, and wrote new passages of a new YA novel while watching my children play all day. The notebook has gotten fatter and floppier from water and some of the words have sme
ared into pretty blue patches, which may partially explain the increased weight of our luggage despite not having bought a single thing.

I'm back now, ready to dive into writing again. But where is the guy with the pineapple drinks and the ones with the dry towels? How am I supposed to write without the sounds of the waves and the wind in my hair ?


Cheryl Reif said...

Ah, I wondered where you'd been...although my blog-reading was spotty for a bit there, so I wasn't positive your blog had gone on hiatus. Just catching up now. Hope you've returned inspired!!

Yat-Yee said...

I returned well-rested: a first for a vacation, and armed with scenes for my new YA novel. The time away from my MG novel also gave me a clearer mind to tackle the unwieldy end.

Hope your time away will prove fruitful as well.