I’ve been at our lake property this week.
We call it a cottage, but I’ve been told referring to it as such makes it sound grander than it is and makes me sound a little uppity.
So, let’s just say I’m at my place by the lake.
My cabin.
Our lake property.
Whatever. You get the idea.
I hoped that my being alone up here for a few days would translate into me getting a lot of writing and editing done.
Which was an excellent plan until I realized after I arrived that I had forgotten the power cord for my laptop at home.
Argh.
And then, while I was watering the planters on our dock last night, I dropped my phone in the lake.
Double argh.
Sigh.
So since over the span of three short days I’ve disabled both electrical devices I use for writing, I’ve now decided that these mishaps must be a sign from the universe that it doesn’t want me to write right now.
Yup, I’m now thinking a greater force must be trying to tell me to just disconnect and relax for a few days.
You know what else?
There’s plenty of wine and cookies at my lake place.
So, since I can’t write, I’m going to spend my time consuming copious amounts of both of these. At least I’m going to until I can get a new phone and my husband shows up with my power cord.
Sounds like a solid plan, right?
Right.
Who wants to join me?
