One of the things I love about being in NYC is the non-stop pace. There are so many things you come into contact with on a given day that it's hard to not get great ideas for writing and to have opportunities to be surrounded by people that inspire you.
But sometimes it gets to be too much. You start to get so lost in the chaos that you don't notice the smell of fresh bread coming out of a bakery, the little kid whispering to his mom mesmerized by an elaborate holiday display, or the smile and personal greeting the barista gives you (if you're lucky) when you enter your favorite coffee shop.
This past weekend, my boyfriend and I took a long weekend trip out to Cold Spring, New York. It's a quiet town that's likely much more hopping during warm weather, but made for a cozy getaway trip for December. It was only 77 minutes away from Grand Central and you can easily walk to Main Street from the train station.
We had no car. Our room on the top floor of the fabulous B&B (Pig Hill Inn) had no television, but a lovely old school stove. Perfect swap, IMHO. If we wanted (and we did), they'd give us a log for this each day. The common sitting area had a non-stop fire during the day, surrounded by plush couches. In the afternoon, they brought out a tray of desserts. Sometimes it had cookies. Sometimes, if you're lucky, it's a homemade cake! If this was my home, I would never leave during the winter.
The goal was to disconnect and relax as much as possible. I'll admit to looking at social media occasionally, but nothing like the degree to which I am typically plugged in. We walked around the town, perusing countless antique stores. My mind started thinking - layers and layers of items with so many original owners. Who were all of these people? What were their stories? I really liked this section with old keys. What doors had they unlocked? What had those people been like?
It was such a needed weekend. I picked back up the book I have been reading, The Goldfinch. We started watching American Horror Story as I gear up for my next novel, which will be my first time writing suspense. Such a creepy show... we decided to start at the very beginning and I'm not sure I can watch any part of this on my own.
I came back to the city yesterday though with so many ideas I'm about to start a list - for the next book and writing ideas in general. It was great to put away the editing for a bit and refocus on the creation process again. I'm excited to get back to full #AmWriting mode.