Wino Writer Beth recently did something that we all wish we could do when we’re near the end of a project or when our writing begins to stagnate like long forgotten produce in the back of our refrigerator – she took a writer’s retreat.
She did not, however, go to the beach or even more than fifteen miles from home. She went to a Marriott in downtown Atlanta. Not just any Marriott though. She went to one that did not have a lot of action nearby, but did have the most valuable asset to a writer seeking solitude: room service.
W.W.Beth said that she was not tempted in the slightest to leave her room and she got more writing done than she has in months (okay, years). She reports that the drawback of this setup is that you do get a small case of cabin fever and she felt completely burned out in the end, which caused her to occasionally flip on the TV, which was, according to her own self-imposed rules, illegal.
Nearby Retreat verdict: bring a friend and bring a bottle (and only one!) of vino.
