Today was wonderful.
I went to a lake surrounded by pines; I had some earl grey tea, I ate some lunch, and I wrote. I’m working to deadline now, which I couldn’t be happier about. THESE UNCLOSED FEW (TUF) will be with you guys in Fall of 2018 (by the way, it’s up on Goodreads, so why not add it to your TBR?). But right now, this book is still mine. I’m living in the world I’m building, spending time with my characters , and trying to figure out what the heck going on.
All part of the process.
Unlike my other books, TUF demands isolation. My characters are by themselves. There is no-one to help them, no-one to call. They are alone. And because of that, I’ve been shutting myself away. It’s something I need to do. I don’t mean to be anti-social or hermitic, but I am. I’m not sorry. I’m on a journey.
I’ve contemplated taking myself off the grid for a while. Renting a tiny house somewhere in some forest with no Wi-fi, no phones and no TV. At this point, the only thing stopping me is my cats! Maybe I’ll take them with me. *ponders*
I thought about buying a camper van and going off somewhere no one’s ever heard off. I thought of flying to the Swiss Alps. I considered everything from Finland to buying a storage crater and locking myself inside of it. But mostly, I daydreamed about a cabin lost in the woods with a stone fireplace and a fifty mile isolation zone surrounding it.
And honestly, aside from this book, I have no reason to want more isolation! I write in a cottage in the hills—it’s plenty isolated. So I have to imagine that it is simply one of those strange things my mind demands in relation to a new book. For example, I could only write at night when I wrote The Dead House. I needed lots of trees while penning And The Trees Crept In / The Creeper Man.
In seeking out this isolation, I even lived and worked in a tent in my garden. It was my sanctuary. I did it in winter and it was glorious. The winds and rain pummelled my tiny shelter every night and I felt completely alone with my characters. And most of the time I wasn’t even putting words on the computer. I was just lying on the floor, imagining. Yes, it was scary, yes it was lonely, and yes, it was cold. Luckily for me, when I got too uncomfortable, I just switched on my torch and ran back to the house for a cup of tea and a cuddle.
But what about true isolation—have any of us actually experienced it? I know I haven’t. And I’m craving it. Those alps, those dark undiscovered forests, those caves and those caverns—they are all so very appealing. I might have to take myself off to the antarctic, eh?
So, while I battle and journey and explore TUF and all the people within it (and the mountain they are stuck on—a very bad mountain I might add), I’ll continue my search for isolation.
And when all of this is done, I wonder who I’ll be.
Today, at least, I got to lie in the grass, look at the sky and write by a lake. It felt really, really good.
the solitary lake
three little boats
So excited about this one, guys.