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Tuesday, June 8, 2010

The Perfect Writer's Cabin

Sadly, I don't have a word count to brag on from my days spent in this remote cabin last week. But in my perfect little fantasy world, this $18,000 cabin would be located in a place not hot enough to fry an egg on its stone path, dry enough I wouldn't have to challenge my Diva Daisy anti-perspirant and backdrop enough to call itself Colorado. Even though the testosterone decor seeped between the knotty pine and taxidermic heads really don't inspire romantic interludes between my characters, I could challenge Nora and win using this little slice of heaven.


What is your ideal retreat?

8 comments:

Pamela Cayne said...

Glad to hear you had a good/challenging/irritating time there. I only wish I could see the pictures but my computer must hate me today.

Charles Gramlich said...

I'm actually very very happy at the moment with the retreat I'm living in now. Our little place, which we call The Hermitage.

laughingwolf said...

agree witcha, lam... the place has potential, but as it is, not my cuppa

even the walk is 'fake'...

will get back once i find a pic more my speed ;)

wv: swordedu

Melanie said...

Give me the beach. A house on the dunes...

*sigh* If only...

laughingwolf said...

better:
http://davidshapiromusic.com/images/recroom-images/hudsonFloor.jpg

Illiterate Hypokrit said...

My ideal retreat would be a place of cold, so cold one could see his or her breath at any time of the day. This cold is a welcome contrast to the unwavering heat of summer in the city. This retreat would help calm my soul with the serenity of winter silence. The only sound in the distance is the swooshing hum of a light-saber slicing into a ton-ton's stomach for warmth. That's right the only place of retreat is that of a snow covered ice cap of the planet Hoth. Only there can a man truly feel one with the force. That is, until the imperial star destroyers cast an ominous shadow overhead.

Robin said...

Hi, L.A.! My ideal retreat would be anywhere near the beach. My toes in the sand, the sea before me...

Barbara Martin said...

A retreat deep in the mountain forests where there is no telephone or satellite dishes. Where you have to drive 20 miles or more to a town or gas station.