"Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe" ~ Neil Gaiman (A Game of You)
Sometimes he grants me wishes I haven't even said out loud, like when he surprises me with flowers, chocolates, or homemade flan from the Mexican market nearby. Other times, I will mention something I think I'd like, and he simply makes it happen. Like this fabulous new laptop I'm using right now to type this post. He wouldn't let me settle for the cheap one, even when I insisted it was "good enough." He begged to differ; and now I am the proud owner of a laptop worthy of me.
We have talked about letting me get away on a writer's retreat one of these days. Head up to a cabin in the woods, just me and my books and my laptop. I thought maybe I should do it for my birthday, in February. He thought I shouldn't wait. He thought next weekend would be a much better time for me to get away.
So, I need to finish the edit I'm currently working on. I have a new project that is dancing around in my head that I would like to turn loose while I'm up there. I don't know yet if I have enough material to turn it into a full novel or just a short story. Either way, I'm chomping at the bit to get up there and see how much I can get done during my very own, personal writer's retreat.