A tiny cabin on a small island where electricity is a gift from the sun, where the shower is located outdoors. A cabin with a small table and chair, a bed with mosquito netting. A deck where I can enjoy my morning coffee and feel the breeze in my hair. A notebook, a pen. A computer detached from the internet. Four days in June without distractions.
This is what most writers crave.
I look forward to the isolation. I expect I will come face to face with time and my own thoughts. I only hope I will be able to articulate those thoughts into a story.
I would like to revisit the characters I wrote about in a previous story and find out what they are doing now, what experiences they had together in childhood and what has held them together over the years. I’d like to end up with a whole book of stories about the friendship between these two women.
That’s a large dream for a small cabin, but I’ll be happy if that dream can begin during my retreat.
I have two months to think about my characters and to visualize writing about them. Two months to live with them in my head, inside that small cabin.
Two months to pack, but in my head, I’m already there.