Sunday, November 27, 2005

Runaway Mom

On Friday I ran away from home.

Alas, it wasn't exactly a dramatic escape. It was a pre-planned day and night so that I could catch up on my novel writing. Since my parents are in town and had volunteered to watch the kids, it was a rare opportunity to get away.

I had made reservations at an out-of-the-way hotel on the north fork of Long Island, facing Peconic Bay. I thought it would be romantic in a writerly sort of way to be all alone on a chill night, facing the deserted windswept beach as I wrote. Since I'm not a spur-of-the-moment kind of gal, I had reserved my room in advance, mapped out driving directions, and spoken at length with the front desk about assuring me an early check-in time.

But even the best laid plans gang aft agley. (See? I really am a writer!) When I got to the hotel, which was really a sharp right turn from the ass end of nowhere, the place was deserted. The office was dark and empty. The parking lot only had one car besides mine, and a thorough search of the grounds revealed that it belonged to a cleaning lady who didn't speak a word of English. She did, however, rummage through the office desk until she found the home phone number of the woman who was supposed to be at the front desk. I used my cell and tried to reach her, but to no avail. So I waited and waited, and finally gave up. Then I drove to a big, plush, fancy Hilton nearer my home.

So, despite losing a few hours writing time, perhaps it worked out for the best. Being alone in a luxurious room with my laptop and a live line to room service was really just what this writer needed. And now, instead of being behind schedule on my novel, I'm a little bit ahead.

Is there a moral to this story? I'm not really sure. Maybe it's just that a king-sized bed and room service is a damned good alternative to a surfside view.

5 comments:

Katie said...

I dream of doing this. Good for you for actually doing it!! I'm so glad it was productive!

Ellen said...

Thank you, Katie! Feels good to be ahead. And now that I've had a taste of that delicious alone-time, I'm eager to do it again. Soon!

Melanie Lynne Hauser said...

Good for you! I'm a huge fan of the self-imposed writer retreat. I'm glad to see that it paid off!

Stephanie said...

The first hotel sounds really creepy! I'm glad you didn't stay there.

Ellen said...

Melanie, your retreat was the stuff of dreams! Didn't you write like 30,000 words? Man!

Steph, I think it worked out for the best. I would have been the only one in the hotel all night, and probably would be been creeped out to the point of an anxiety attack. Ick.