We've been on the road for nine days and tomorrow we arrive at the summer house. A few hours after we unpack I have a gig at a local farmer's market. And the next morning, in the blissful quiet, I will dig out the computer and the boxes of writing "stuff" and set up my little office with its view of the mountains. I'll happily drink too much coffee and luxuriate in the silence.
Most of the writers I know enjoy the solitude of the writing life. Luring them out of their caves takes a lot of persuasion and offers they can't refuse, such as the promise of dark chocolate and a chance to brainstorm a new book.
While I cannot be driven out of my office when I am on a deadline (in fact, I think my expanding rear end is cemented to my chair at those times) I suffer when I spend too much time away from friends and family and the band.
Finding a balance between work and, well, life is something I've struggled with for almost thirty years now. It doesn't get any easier. And, as you can see from the photos, neither does packing the car.
How do you find that balance? And what is the craziest thing you've ever packed in a suitcase???