12.15.2013

vacations...

i've been on vacations before. lots of them in my 28 years. but i just realized that vacations are totally different now. ever since i decided to be a writer, that i wanted to spend hours and hours crafting and creating lives of fictitious characters (sounds kind of lame when i put it like that...but it's not i swear) down to every detail...vacations some how shifted.

now you're wondering, what could i possibly mean? and how could vacations have anything to do with writing? well, let me give you an example of a before and after using the trip i just got back from.

mason, my mother-in-law, and i went to palm beach (their favorite) for about six days. i was sold on the 82 degree weather. i had a deadline to meet while i was there. it was sort of self-imposed, but that's how i like it sometimes (otherwise, there's always a reason not to finish). anyway, it was a wonderful trip.

pre-writer vacation: all i thought about was getting a sun tan. i would go out as early as possible, lather myself with spf, and stay out all day. reading novels, listening to music, going on walks along the beach...all until it started getting cold. i would go in, shower, do a little dinner, and then fall asleep....all to do it again the next day.

this trip: i still wanted to get a little tan considering i really skipped that whole scene in the summer. i started to look see-through (and some people look really good without a tan...homegirl isn't one of them), but it was more about being strategic with my time. how can i get the best sun of the day and still have time to write before getting showered and ready for dinner? i was more concerned with my writing than relaxing. 'what's the point of a vacation if you're going to work the whole time' you say.  it's simple. i feel more able to get my writing done without a house to clean, a dog to walk, laundry to fold, dishes to put away, errands to run. on vacation, i am getting a vacation from the parts of my life that take my attention for most of the day.  oh, i did read a little YA fiction though (Eleanor & Park)


writers don't get vacations. they don't want them.



before our first dinner of the trip...and a few hours before i got sick alllllll night.

the breakers resort is ri.dic.u.lous.

writing/revising in the courtyard

croquet anyone? for you dancers out there, it was the best grass ever to do barrels and  leaps and tour jetes:)

post sun writing sesh

dinner at flaglers

a little italian

while they shopped, i wrote at the starbucks on worth avenue

my man and me on the beach

dinner. my husband couldn't be any more GQ. i'll never keep up.

a little sun and rainbow rowell (currently reading post to follow!)

bye bye palm beach

my favorite part. no really. ok not really.

trying to type the new edits in on the plane...not the easiest ever. 

and we're back in nashville. 

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