April was pretty hectic! First, the hubby and I took our 4-year-old to Disneyland for the first time. Needless to say, it was an awesome trip I wish we could live over and over. Then, the very next week, I was off to Las Vegas for a conference for work (my job-job, not my writing-job.)
Though I was there for decidedly not writing-related things, it was like my author brain knew I was in the Southwest. The dry air, the flat, mostly featureless landscape (when I left The Strip and could see the landscape, that is)–they all called to me. And, for a few minutes, I felt like Cecelia must have felt when she made the decision to move to Tubac.
Oh man, did I ever wish I could hop a plane to Tuscon, then drive on to Tubac in a fast car!
I couldn’t do that, of course, but it turned out okay! Between the copious amounts of adulting that took place after conference hours (3 nights without the kiddos!) and the narrow slips of alone-time I spent in my room, my writer’s mind got a serious reset–something it desperately needed! While I didn’t get a lot of time for writing, I was able to make some headway on my latest project (turns out I can totally nurse a mild hangover AND write at the same time!) and even that small amount of progress set me on a course to get even more done when I got home.
In all honesty, it took me more than a week to feel like I’d caught up and got back into my home-life rhythm after getting back, and for minutes at time, I found myself wondering if the vacation, then conference, had been worth the pain of catching up, but, looking back now, I know it was.
Here’s to brain resets, word counts, and the desert!
