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The Sound of Silence

By on Saturday, Sep 17, 2016 in Uncategorized | 4 comments

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For years, especially in the summers when the kids were home from school, I dreamed of being away from everyone to be able to write–alone. Anyone who’s a mom trying to work at home knows the feeling–the constant interruptions, the steady in-and-out of people. Even the pets can be annoying. It grates on you after awhile.  img_5470

I have a writer friend who goes to a hotel to write alone when she’s on deadline. I used to think this was such an awesome thing to do. I had visions of myself ordering room service, lying on a pristine white bed wearing a fluffy white robe, having someone clean up after me, etc. etc. Basically see to my every need while I just sit and do my work…a writer’s fantasy.

But really…just a fantasy.3155188cffe5857891a7523171469d3b433dab0d15207dd4bd622eda4919c7be_1

This summer, I got to do just that for a few days. My husband and I spent a few days in a quiet place in the gorgeous South Carolina Lowcountry, then he went home because of a work commitment and I stayed on. And you know what? Be careful what you wish for! I must confess I didn’t enjoy it as much as I thought I would!

Actually, truth be told, I didn’t enjoy it at all! And I’m an introvert! I love solitude!

Or maybe I just love solitude because I never have it–and when I get it, it’s kind of…creepy.

It was so…quiet. And the setting couldn’t have been more beautiful–the South Carolina marsh spread out our window, bright green with birds and crickets and fish making fish noises. But beauty alone…unshared with anyone…yeah.

And then there were the voices. Some of them are good–characters talking, exerting their will. That’s pretty typical, I think, for a writer in the middle of a story. But others are bad–the bad writer voices, the you suck hypercritical voices, etc. Well, with no one else in the house, they were all having a free for all. I should’ve brought Haldol!

Lol, okay, it wasn't THIS bad!

Lol, okay, it wasn’t THIS bad!

Anyway, life continues to surprise. All these years I thought this would be the bomb. Who knew! So moms, go hug those pets and unruly children right now and be grateful for every awful interruption!

COMING SOON:  Oh my gosh, I’ve got a GORGEOUS cover in the works for my December book, CAN’T STOP LOVING YOU. I’ll be able to share it very soon! Can’t wait!!

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  1. Barb Heintz

    Saturday, September 17, 2016

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    I never had a chance to be totally alone for any length of time. Like you I would think it was the bomb. But you’re probably right. A beautiful place without anyone to share it with you would be a bummer. Looking forward to your next release.

  2. Lark Brennan

    Sunday, September 18, 2016

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    Interesting post. I’ve gotten to spend time alone to write several times–in France 3 times, in Galveston, holed up at th Venetian in Las Vegas–and I loved it. Then again I get quiet days at home when my husband holes up with the dogs to binge watch TV series. Maybe solitude just takes a bit of practice.

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