I am currently on a seven week trip on the other side of the world from New Zealand. We are visiting Europe and avoiding some of the southern winter.
And guess what? No writing is getting done.
Yep, the desk is cleared, the notes filed, the latest book signed off and I am free!
But not quite. The brain doesn’t stop thinking up story ideas not matter what else is going on in my life. Last time we went to Europe I remember writing plot notes sitting on the train and the long, tedious twelve hour flights heading to the northern hemisphere and then home again.
I have another M&B Medical to write when I get home and the hero and heroine will not play the game. They have issues, sure, but are they going to make it easy for me to sort them and give them the happy ever after? Not likely. Then there’s a crime story I’m writing and which needs lots of thinking about – but not while I’m tripping around Germany or Croatia please.
This is nothing new. Ever since I was a kid stories have tramped through my head. (Tramping is hiking in Kiwi speak – just so as you don’t get wrong ideas about me as a kid.) Going to bed meant making up stories not going to sleep. Guess that’s why taking a holiday from writing only means the fingers will be still, not the brain. Oh well, bring it on, and make that a bestseller please.