Northern Retreat
My wife made a point of scheduling a two day stay at a cabin in central Wisconsin to enable me to write and her to read. She is brutally aware how important my writing time is to me and she really loves to read, so she found a place online.
The cabin was near Big Flats with the closest town being Hancock. It was a quaint little A Frame cottage in the middle of tall pine trees. It is surrounded by farm land, but you would never know it once you were on this property. The front yard butts up to a wonderful little trout stream that winds through the area.
When I got there, the first thing I noticed was the quiet. Nothing but the trees whispering in the breeze. It is something we never get in the city, so when I hear it - or don't hear anything - it kind of shocks me.
Anyway, the writing started that night and carried on for practically the whole time. Of course I took time out for eating and conversations with Donna, but for the most part it was BIC's. Butts In Chairs. She read and journaled while I worked on four small writing projects and one bigger one.
It was an introvert writers dream.
I took a short break on Monday to do a little trout fishing. This is a sport I do not love. Lots of casting and putzing and snags and messing with moving water. It's super annoying actually. All I wanted to do was catch a trout. Eventually I did, after about 20 minutes of flailing futility. I reaffirmed that I am a born and raised LAKE fisherman.
So, I can't say enough about the value in getting away to do your writing. I could have stayed at home and written and saved myself a couple hundred dollars, but I know I wouldn't have accomplished as much as I did at this cabin. Plus, as a friend pointed out, I was in nature with my loved one.
So there's that.
Today I will be heading back into the pines, further up north, to fish for the elusive Esox (Muskellunge). I won't be doing any writing, but I will definitely be listening for the wind in the pines. That is my jam. I'm an avid outdoorsman, and I can't wait.
The cabin was near Big Flats with the closest town being Hancock. It was a quaint little A Frame cottage in the middle of tall pine trees. It is surrounded by farm land, but you would never know it once you were on this property. The front yard butts up to a wonderful little trout stream that winds through the area.
When I got there, the first thing I noticed was the quiet. Nothing but the trees whispering in the breeze. It is something we never get in the city, so when I hear it - or don't hear anything - it kind of shocks me.
Anyway, the writing started that night and carried on for practically the whole time. Of course I took time out for eating and conversations with Donna, but for the most part it was BIC's. Butts In Chairs. She read and journaled while I worked on four small writing projects and one bigger one.
It was an introvert writers dream.
I took a short break on Monday to do a little trout fishing. This is a sport I do not love. Lots of casting and putzing and snags and messing with moving water. It's super annoying actually. All I wanted to do was catch a trout. Eventually I did, after about 20 minutes of flailing futility. I reaffirmed that I am a born and raised LAKE fisherman.
So, I can't say enough about the value in getting away to do your writing. I could have stayed at home and written and saved myself a couple hundred dollars, but I know I wouldn't have accomplished as much as I did at this cabin. Plus, as a friend pointed out, I was in nature with my loved one.
So there's that.
Today I will be heading back into the pines, further up north, to fish for the elusive Esox (Muskellunge). I won't be doing any writing, but I will definitely be listening for the wind in the pines. That is my jam. I'm an avid outdoorsman, and I can't wait.
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