I've got a thing for shacks -- okay, mostly what I consider "writing shacks," because wouldn't a writing shack be nice? Just run off to it and retreat. There'd be a pot of coffee, a hot shower, a wood-burning fireplace, and plenty of nature to walk in -- aah. But it's not only writing shacks I fantasize about, I also enjoy mulling over stories about hermits, and women who built log cabins and lived in the woods (Anne LaBastille, for instance) or the woman who wrote DRINKING THE RAIN.
My husband got me the book below for Christmas. Seriously, this was slightly irresponsible of him. Does he know how dangerous this thing is in the house?
Anyway, I'm in my metaphoric shack in Chicago -- which is an extremely nice office -- and I'm working on my next book. It's coming along, which is all I can ask of it really. I'm cheered by this.
So that's what I'm doing this winter. Hope all is well with all of you and that you're working on some of the things you hope to accomplish too. It feels good to accomplish things, doesn't it?
I love that feeling of finishing, mastering, accomplishing. One of the beautiful things about working on a novel is that there are lots of little things to accomplish -- a chapter here, a scene there, and so on and so on, until the book is done. I recommend planned celebrations at every milestone. There are lots of dinners of burgers and fries with a glass of wine when I accomplish things -- I make sure of it!
Cheers to all of you and your projects!