A couple of weekends ago, we returned to our tiny place on Salt Spring Island (SSI). We hadn’t visited for eight months, because of the extended trip to Australia. What happened in our absence?
Spiders moved in, about 4,126 of them. They festooned the rooms with sticky webs and left their pencil-dot droppings under their favourite spots.
Weeds choked the front walk.
I forgot how the oven worked.
When the internet service restarted, the server no longer recognized our modem and vice versa.
Our neighbour’s dog forgot who we were and approached us warily.
Neglect was a show stopper as I found when I went to work:
My writing had become became slow and ponderous, as though trapped by spider silk.
Adverbs threatened to choke the narrative.
The discipline of daily writing had weakened.
I’d lost touch with some of my characters. Worse still I wasn’t using Scrivener or even a basic spreadsheet to track them. What colour were the protagonist’s eyes?
On the other side of that coin, taking a break delivered these parallel benefits:
We discovered we were hanging on to a lot of things we didn’t use. A big clean up ensued and a carload of gently used household items went to the local thrift shop.
My prose was thick with extraneous scenes and description. I was able to edit ruthlessly.
Coming back to a favourite place after a long absence, refreshed my love of SSI.
When I looked at work I hadn’t seen for months, I found quality writing that can be improved and sharpened for publication.
Have you ever stepped away from a place or project for an extended length of time? Was it a happy reunion when you came back?