I wrote this post a couple of years ago, but thought I’d show you it since I’m returning to this writing paradise in exactly 9 days for a week-long writing hideaway!
2/25/2009 Yes, I’m writing you from the smack-dab middle of Writing Week. Since the university is on a break, I decided to run off to Saintes and spend an entire week writing in Nicolas and Paul’s chateau. Since Nicolas is starting on a new film script, it was the perfect time for me to come…when both of us knew we had to be hard-core about writing instead of going to the market, antique shopping, and eating four-hour champagne-soaked meals with his neighbors like we usually do when I come.
Let me tell you, it is SO much easier to get work done here than it is at home, where the phone is ringing, people are stopping by, and I’m doing loads of laundry and cooking between writing paragraphs.
So just to share the wealth of my spoiledness, let me give you a guided tour of what a day of writing in Saintes looks like.
8:00a.m. Open my eyes. See this…
And then maybe I close my eyes again and let myself sleep for another fifteen minutes. Just to get the biggest bang for my buck out of the fact that it’s not 6:45a.m. and I don’t have to go pick up a baby with a full diaper. This is where I should be working…
I write in bed. I know…a very bad habit but I’ve been doing it too long to stop now. And, if you were wondering, yes, the bookshelves on either side of the bed open up to closets that are jam-packed with these…
Where I make myself some coffee and eat a slice of the giant carrot cake that I brought to celebrate Nicolas’s birthday and will probably last the two of us ’til the end of the week, if it hasn’t gone rock-solid before then.
After breakfast I go back up to bed and write for a couple of hours, and then take a shower, and come back downstairs to pick up my emails, since the wi-fi signal doesn’t stretch as far as my room. I cross the kitchen and into the living room to see if Nicolas is up yet.
I go back upstairs and work for a few more hours, then come down for lunch, which we take turns making on alternate days. Nicolas has already been out for a swim at the (indoor) town pool, by the time we eat, which is around 2p.m. Today it’s going to be 3p.m. because he’s still out swimming as I write this. Yes, I am dying of hunger, but just went and ate the end off a baguette. It’s not easy fitting into the schedule of a normal person: someone who doesn’t have children to feed at noon and 7p.m. on-the-dot.