Taking a Break

I made plans yesterday to have a girly weekend away with a writer friend of mine. She’s a lovely, funny, caring woman, and I suspect we’re going to have a lot of fun!

I’ve never done this before. It comes as a bit of a shock that I’m doing it now.

I don’t really do breaks. The husband and I have never actually been away on holiday together. (That time when my parents took us when we were 17 doesn’t count). Other people find this weird, but it has never seemed weird to us.

Until now... apparently.

It all began when we were invited to the husband’s oldest friend’s wedding... in Australia! We’re going, obviously, but it’s not as if you can just go halfway around the World for a weekend, so, we’re planning some other stuff while we’re there... like sightseeing and touring, and... you know... holidaying!

Then the Maldives came up in conversation. Don’t ask; I don’t know!

I surprised myself enormously by getting excited about reading on the beach and eating too much seafood and drinking fruity cocktails out of fancy glasses. I even went on-line to see what I could find in the way of bikinis... BIKINIS for goodness sake!

First things first, though, I’m off on the train in a few weeks for a couple of days of silliness with my pal.

I wonder how it will affect the writing? I wonder what will appear later in scenes in stories? I wonder what ideas will be triggered by the experiences we share? I wonder how much shopping we can fit in? And how many meals?

I wonder if I’ll get the chance to write, at all? I bet she won’t mind if I just take the odd hour to myself to tickle the keyboard and keep the brain ticking over... She’s a writer too; she knows how it goes...