Deadlines are looming. So I did what any sensible writer would do. I recruited a friend, packed up my computer, and headed up north. It takes a fellow writer to appreciate the joys of spending a beautiful Muskoka weekend indoors, hunched over a dimly lit table, typing away while the sun shines on the lake.
Lest you admire our discipline, let me remind you that the mosquitos this time of year are the size of Mac trucks. They zoom around in curtain-y swarms. Whenever one passed by the window, it blotted out the sunlight.
We got lots done. My friend managed to come unstuck on her project, and I finished a draft of one novel and got most of the way through a draft of another.
It’s still going to take a lot of work to meet my deadlines this month. And I’ve used up my “weekend away” card already, so I think I’m going to have to do this the old-fashioned way: standing at my desk, typing, with the door closed. Imagining a giant, bloodthirsty mosquito waiting to pounce on me if my hand touches the doorknob.
What works for you?