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.