Starting today I have a rare opportunity for the modern writer: a whole week alone.
I have to tell you, this never happens. I’m married. I have a five-year-old. I am never, ever alone. Which is great, because I absolutely love my family and couldn’t imagine not having them around. But, like most people, I’m much more productive creatively when I’m flying solo with no distraction.
Which rarely happens. And when it does, it happens in little chunks here and there—just enough that I’m able to write and edit and hear myself think. But a whole week? Never. Ever.
How’d this come to be? Well, basically, I’m missing out on my favorite time of the whole year. Each summer, my family heads to Colorado with my parents and we spend a week hiking, eating and relaxing in the shadow of Longs Peak. It’s a great time, marked by cool mornings, sweaty jaunts up mountains (see above—the hubby and me on top of Twin Sisters last summer) and lots of reading on a wide porch.
And this year, I won’t be going.
I’m due to have a baby in September, and, after talking to my doctor, decided that suddenly spending a week at 8,000 feet might not be the best idea. I did go on the trip when I was pregnant with my son, but I’ll be nearly three months further along than I was then.
Because he’s awesome, my husband offered to take our son anyway—a great gesture and one that the kiddo will most definitely appreciate. He loves Colorado and he loves grandparent time—so win-win for the little man. I’m sure my husband won’t mind the fresh air either (again, see the above pic as proof), even while on single-parent duty.
While I’d much rather be curled up with some tea and a book in the shadow of Longs Peak, I’m trying to make the most of this very rare week alone.
When I’m not physically at my day job, I plan to be writing or editing—two things I don’t normally have much time to do in the evenings during the week. Obviously, I’m hoping this will mean getting tons of work done. Not only because that would be fantastic, but also because I may never get an opportunity with so much alone time again. Or at least for a very long time.
What would you do with a writer-ly week alone?