Remember that old Carly Simon song about Anticipation? The one they turned into this ketchup commercial:
Well, that’s running through my head these days, because in a few days I get to go to one of my very favorite places in the world – a small cabin in the words of northwestern Pennsylvania – with some of my favorite fellow authors. For a few days it will be no husbands, no kids, and no internet – just us, our laptops, and the blissful peace that is found in the middle of the woods.
We do this twice a year, holing up to write and eat and write and watch movies and write and laugh. And talk. Oh, do we talk. We brainstorm plots and hash out (fictional) conflicts and share stories about our kids and dogs and husbands and pasts. There is much spontaneous bursting into song (usually by me) and the occasional walk down a little creek (but only in summer). It’s an amazingly productive weekend that gives us the chance to be just writers for a few days. We stagger home with many pages produced, many plots created, and a boatload of inspiration to get us through the next months.
I can't wait.
What are YOU anticipating these days?