As the windscreen wipers cut back and forth, and my house disappeared in the rear-view mirror, I wondered if I was going to cry. I tried reminding myself that I was on my way to do something lovely: I'd booked a three-night stay at a hotel in Devon to work on my novel: my first ever solo writing retreat.
Would I get stage-fright and not be able to write a word? Would I feel lonely and guilty and cry in the car? Well, yes. I could have chosen to attend an organised writing retreat, such as an Arvon course, where people gather to write and learn together, but it was the solo element of this adventure that appealed.
My requirements were to find a quiet hotel near the sea where I could tuck myself away, undisturbed, and write. This time is for you. Try asking, What would I like to do?' rather than What should I do?
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