I’m almost at the end of my holiday now. Our time away was a fantasy writer’s dream – we followed a trail through the Black Wood of Rannoch, we lived in a woodland cabin where there was a real wood fire to be tended, we walked in the woods by Loch Tay and came face to face with a deer, we found out about how Iron Age people made holes in stones and carved wood. I very nearly wished I was a fantasy writer so that I could make the most of all these experiences. But I’m much too lazy for that – why make up your own world when you haven’t exhausted the possibilities of this one yet? (Of course, I realise that in a sense all writers do make up their own worlds.)
In spite of not being a fantasy writer I did find it inspiring to be away from home and from the daily routine, and I managed to get nearly to the end of my edits, leaving only a couple of things to research online once I got home. My netbook made heroic efforts to connect to a wi-fi network that seemed to be in range, but it kept being rebuffed. I was quite glad of this as I had been convinced it would be good for me to have time away from the internet.
I will spend the rest of the weekend trying to catch up with basic things like making sure there’s enough cat food, getting rid of the more obvious cobwebs and hacking through the part of the garden that the neighbours can see – the last of these is more to justify having badgered the local council into giving me a garden wheelie-bin than because pleasing the neighbours is actually top of my agenda. In addition I hope to incorporate the results of my research into my novel – who knew that being an accessory after the fact was called ‘art and part’ in Scotland? – and select a final cover image for it. By the way, if anyone reading this knows that ‘art and part’ is some sort of joke made up by Wikipedia please do let me know as soon as possible!