It would just figure that my muse would cost at least sixty dollars a night.
The past weekend I decided to take full advantage of time not for work but for showing my husband a little pampering. We went to the western district of Victoria, had some delicious seafood as well as relaxation and bonding time.
Funnily enough, I had some quality writing time, too.
We don’t travel a huge amount, so it has taken me a while to realize this, but I have found my muse on the road. At least, one of my muses.
Hotel rooms.
Strange as it seems, whenever I am settled into a hotel room, I have the urge to get my laptop and start working on something. This weekend was doubly pleasurable because I worked on a current project and roughed out some notes and scenes for an entirely new project.
All while on vacation.
I’m not sure if it’s the sterility of the rooms that lets my mind wander free of distractions or if it’s just being away from all the things on the to-do list at home. The quality of the room certainly has nothing to do with it, as I’ve stayed in beautiful rooms I would have never been able to afford to be in (thank you, contest win) as well as rooms that could barely fit the bed in let alone two people.
No matter what the reason, I don’t want to question it too much for obvious reasons. However, I did just recently get an electric blanket so I can work in the bedroom without turning into an icicle. I am curious to see if I am more productive in that atmosphere than sitting at my desk where I do my work writing as well.
Do you have any strange muses?
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