Living The Fantasy
Early in my writing career, I had a fantasy. (Not that one.) I’m talking about the fantasy where I got to run away somewhere beautiful and serene – for a whole week – and do nothing but daydream, plot, and write.
The fantasy got even wilder (not in that way) when I imagined that in the house next door there lived a kindly and wise New York Times bestselling novelist who would meet with me every day, and coach me on only those things I wanted and needed help with, then send me on my way to write.
In my fantasy, I stayed in a charming adobe cottage surrounded by stunning desert and mountain scenery. I slept in a comfy brass bed. I didn’t have to cook unless I wanted to. I could read in front of my own wood-burning fire, walk miles along trails, and take selfishly long showers in my private bath. At the end of a hard work day, I might receive a much-needed massage right in my cottage and then go off to enjoy the dramatic desert sunset from my private patio – wine glass or tea cup in hand.
Nowadays, I now find myself living this fantasy, and I’ve decided to share it with my fellow authors. The door to my adobe casita is officially open. Please come join me.
The writer's cottage at sunset.
Retreat with a view...
Spring in the desert.