In Seclusion: My Writing Weekend in Southeast CT

About halfway through my weekend of seclusion to finally finish The Society of Sylphs. 

I'm thrilled with my accommodations and couldn't have asked for a better place.  I'm enjoying a deluxe sized room in a 200+ year old inn, complete with gas fireplace and an antique sewing table as my writing desk. 

I've had very little human contact while here, aside from ordering food and the daily phone call to a friend who sadly lost his daughter in an accident last week.  The three friendly ghosts who I'm sharing my room with don't talk much, but they're happy I'm here and seem to like being around me while I write.

So far, I'm not lonely, as I was afraid I might be.  I thankfully remembered to bring my iPod speakers and let Chopin charm me as I write (and rewrite) my young adult/middle grade fantasy novel.

I'm curious as to how I'll be tomorrow night, though.  There's a 50/50 chance that I'll either be frustrated that the weekend is coming to an end or sick of myself and anxious to return to civilization.

Only time will tell.....