Vacation always sends me to fiery doom.
That’s not to say I don’t enjoy vacation. I do, it just kills my writing. And honestly it makes no sense. I have extra time to write. Super duper loads of extra time just piling up around me, so instead of writing, I do what? I sit around and muse on nothing. Well… not nothing. To be fair with myself, I have been thinking an awful lot about how my story is going to go. But, that’s just brain building.
I haven’t gotten anything on paper… or… umm on-screen.
Instead, I sit on the beach, watch House, Rizzoli & Isles, and Burn Notice in the hotel, and also I take pictures. Lot’s of pictures. Too many pictures.
So, I’ve been on vacation for a week and a half now and have manage to do nothing but muse on plot possibilities, and write this post. Sad isn’t it? I’ll just be glad when I get back home to my desk. Where I have a schedule and I can focus. The beach is also not conducive to electronics so transporting my lovely laptop out their wasn’t really an option anyway. Even if I could focus among the seagulls and screaming children.
The worse part?
I return home for one week from our family vacation, then I go on my own little vacation to Oregon. I’m telling myself I’ll write while I’m there, but let’s be honest.
Anyone else have trouble writing on vacation?