Creepy/misty writing retreat with me, myself and I

Any writer will tell you that their most precious commodity is time. For writers with young children, this increases ten-fold. So when my husband booked a little studio in Kangaroo Valley for a weekend for me to write in, he was giving me a truly special (and thoughtful) gift.

Off I traipsed over the misty mountain, bags packed and computer wedged into my car.

The studio was pretty basic. No microwave, no TV, no internet, no phone, wet firewood, and a sawdust/compost toilet. But, I survived. And, by God, I wrote.

See?

When I wasn't working, I went for lovely, rainy, slightly creepy walks around the property.

Not creepy at all.