Every year I take a few weeks off in March where I don’t WRITE. I am one of those writers who writes everyday. I love writing. I can’t not write.
That is why I have to take a vacation from my computer.
By the time we leave Montana in March, I am champing at the bit to go somewhere warm. I’m sick of snow. Even sicker of the same drab colors I see out my window.
Usually I am also drained. I’ve written a bunch of books and I desperately need a break.
For twelve years we have packed up the tent and the boat and taken off for Florida. We have dragged the poor boat through blizzards, across glare-ice coated roads and finally through pouring rain to get to sunshine. We even dodged tornadoes a couple of years.
This year we decided to do something different. The boat is warm and snug in the garage at home and I am watching the surf roll in – far from the mainland.
Last year I asked my husband: If not Florida, then where?
We realized that our vacations require the following: sunshine, blue-green water, food we can’t get in our part of Montana and something to do.
“I could use an Urban Fix,” my husband had said.
“How about Honolulu?”
He’d never been there and it had everything on our list so I booked it.
Now sunburned, sore-footed and happily content, our vacation will come to an end in a few days. We have eaten all kinds of strange food – most of it wonderful. We have walked miles to waterfalls back in tropical forests and down stone-sidewalks through high-rise buildings. We have lain by the pool, swam in the ocean and toured the island.
But the best part has been sitting out on the lanai, fourteen stories up, and reading books. This is the time when I take a break from writing to READ. I love opening a new paperback so I brought some and have bought more since arriving here.
I have books on my ipad but I haven’t touched them. This trip is about relaxing with a book that will get wet at the beach and pool, will have the corners bent over and end up looking as if it has been devoured when I’m through with it.
What a joy it is to just read for hours. No guilt that I should be working on my own books.
This is my perfect vacation. This is what keeps me going as a writer. In a few days we will fly to Seattle, then take the train back to Montana. I will read the whole way and once home, I will be anxious to write again.
This is the rejuvenation process, that break from the long hours at the computer and months of living with my characters. This is my time and this year has been the most relaxing vacation I’ve had. No icy roads to contend with or blizzards and closed roads to concern myself with.
Right now, I’m too excited to get back to writing my own books to think about next year, but as long as I have some good books to read in some warm place, it will be paradise for me – and the break I need to keep doing what I love.