I am almost at the end of my ro- er, book.
You know how it is -- you start out with glee and enthusiasm. You can hardly wait to spend time with these wonderful delightful characters in this terrific romantic setting, and you're dying to watch them effortlessly (to you anyway, if not to them) achieve their happily ever after.
And then you wake up and realize it's all a dream.
You discover you're still a writer, and if the book is ever going to end, you -- not those wonderful delightful, but increasingly annoying irritating uncooperative characters -- are the one who is going to have to do the work.
You have to write the words and the pages and the paragraphs and if it's ever going to come right in the end, let's face it, it's up to YOU.
So . . . as I'm at the point now where it's Up To Me, you know I'm close enough to smell The End. I'm also tired enough to want to do nothing but sleep -- and dream about what I'm going to do after I Fin-Da-Boo.
Here's what I'm going to do.
I'm going to get away from it all.
I'm not sure where yet -- probably nowhere I'm fantasizing about now. But the fantasies are ways of Getting Away From It All before I can actually get there in person.
So, in between tweaking and fiddling and writing madly, I've been thinking about where to get away.
Do I want a spa?
A quiet, pristine, healthy slightly spartan but still luxurious few days to get my groove back, to pamper my body as well as recharge it with a mud wrap? A massage? A bit of meditation? Light but nutritious food?
Do I want to rough it?
The weather's warmed up at last so camping out isn't the exercise in grimness that it would have been a few weeks and a few inches of snow ago. And there is something about getting back to nature -- hiking or horse packing into the mountains -- taking in the view from the mountaintop after spending months down among the trees?
What about a little jetsetting? A few days in Paris perhaps? The sights and sounds and smells and tastes of France?
A trip over the Spanish border to one of my favorite big cities, Barcelona?
Or a Greek island? A little sailing and sun on Santorini, perhaps?
Or if I'm going for an island, why not really get away from it all and head for Taveuni?
I wrote a book set there and I went there in my mind -- and heart -- for months. Can I scrape together the time to go in person?
It's certainly worth thinking about. Dreaming about. Finishing the book for.
What about you?
Where would you go if you were going to get away from it all? And would you go all by yourself?
Or would you, perhaps -- as long as you're fantasizing -- think of someone to share it with?
For Anne's last book, One-Night Love-Child, from Harlequin Presents in March '08 and from HM&B Modern in April '08, she managed to 'get away from it all' in the middle of the book and take a research trip to Ireland.
Not all books are so cooperative. Her next one, Antonides' Forbidden Wife, coming in autumn is set in Hawaii and New York -- and she had to stay home and write!
Stop by her blog this week or come back on Saturday to find out where she's really going for her well-deserved R&R!
Here's a hint!