By: Blonde Two
A quick turn-around for B2 today because, after 3 nights with Mr B2 at the fabulous and away from it all National Trust bothy at Peppercombe, I am meeting B1 and we are going to the equally fabulous and definitely more luxurious Ilsington Country House Hotel on Dartmoor.
We have a very good reason for this treat night at the Ilsington (and it really will be a treat!) You see we Blondes have been planning and starting work on a very specific book for a long time now and we decided that the only way to make sure we actually got on with our writing was to have a writers’ retreat.
You want to know about the new book don’t you? Well it is going to be one for the girls (but boys you will be buying it for them), it is going to be funny (obviously because we Blondes couldn’t do anything without a giggle and some silliness) and it is going to be useful (which won’t be as boring as that sounds). I am very much looking forward to this publication as it will be our first book for adults.
I am perfectly sure that we have chosen the right location for our writers’ retreat, the Ilsington is peaceful, has lovely rooms for writers to enjoy, has the most friendly staff ever and has amazing views of Dartmoor.
Of course, we have set aside a bit of time for pre-writing silliness tonight!
The two of us live in a four-bedroom house. Which means we both have studies. Bliss.
For three or four months now I’ve been writing a book about taking singing lesson. Concentrating on the start since the process is open-ended and a “finish” will not necessarily arrive. Got to 31,200 words, revised for two or three weeks, then realised that during that period I’d become competent enough to add another chapter on musical time (rhythm, etc). Am presently writing that chapter but have caught a cold, during which I discovered that in certain circumstances the side-effects of a cold can beneficially affect my singing voice. Need to add an interstitial, joky mini-chapter on that.
I am experiencing the Carneddau Effect. I’m sure you know whereof I speak. In North Wales, across the A5 from Tryfan, is a series of shallowly rolling hills, so named. A friend said, “You never arrive at the top of any of them.”
But it can also happen in well-appointed hotels which claim a long wine list.
I agree there are many temptations at this particular hotel. We have already introduced ourselves to the wine list! As to progress, well we have done a lot of talking!
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