I'm taking a golf weekend, but I don't golf

Not sure when I’ve seen a prettier weekend. We love being able to sleep with the windows open and this was the weekend for it. It got down to 58 degrees and that is good snuggling weather.

Nick and Mollie headed off Saturday because Mollie had the car buying bug, something that rarely hits me. But she’d found a car that sounded like a good deal to her, about ninety minutes away. She wanted her daddy to go with her to help with the haggling, should it become necessary.

She came back with a hybrid and she seems to love it. I personally would not love the payments but she is excellent with her money so I don’t stick my nose in her business. Well, I don’t stick my nose in her finances. I still freely offer my opinion on everything else in her life. I’m just happy she has a dependable car and 24 hour roadside service.

I am heading to the mountains this week and I’m very excited. I’m going to the little Inn where I used to go read the Harry Potter books on the weekend that they came out – I didn’t want anyone to spoil the ending for me, so I take a whole weekend to read straight through. That was great and I loved it. 

Now that there are no more Potter books to read I occasionally go up there to write my own books. I’m ready to get the first new book polished and sent to the publisher so I’m stealing away from home to do it. 

Nick hasn’t worked in a while, although the does expect to go back soon. He has been absolutely wonderful about giving me time to write, but still…he’s here and I can’t completely relax into my writing. Not from anything he does, but I keep this guilt in the back of my mind that I’m ignoring him and that makes me feel bad. It truth, he’s probably just as happy that I’m ignoring him and letting him do as he pleases. But it still worries me.

So I told him I was taking a ‘golf weekend,’ a concept he fully understands, to get the book finished.

I love the place I’m going – it’s quaint, it has amazing gardens and little outside nooks where I can sit and write. It’s a great little mountain town with plenty of food in walking distance and there will be the first real feeling of fall. I just love putting on a sweater for the first time each year.

Here’s to crisp mornings and non-stop writing.