I knew dimly that comes a day, where I will need  to be trapped alone inside my head and ravenously unpack what’s clotted into a mould of fantasies. I resistant the thought of being alone away from my comfort zones and I quickly wriggled the thought away. I usually visit the other world in the quiet sound of the night.  Where silence and night stars freeze all disturbance. But It was not enough, If I keep stop writing I will lose the world I have created. My husband booked me  into a small writers retreat for four nights.

Just purely writing.

It worked. Really.

Now It makes perfect sense, why writers decide to isolate themselves until they complete a project, I felt the same, I was easily and totally swallowed into the writing. It is such an escape i yearned for,I was high.

A better high ,I kept seeing the images of my antagonist, how she speaks, how she smelt, her terrible, provocative mannerism, her sensual unique choices, her dark, horrendous side. It was almost as If i was some kind of a god, just amazingly watching what she has created, from the level of the skies-who comes in and goes out…how they move, how they laugh. What makes them cry…

Umtetweni ‘the beaches.’ is such an excellent place to rewind, relax and write like a crazy mad thirsty dog. I  like the privacy it had offered me. I was also happy the internet was not accessible quite easily where I was, I had to walk to the poolside there I was able to work If I needed the internet. But I came prepared, I packed my dictionary, it came in handy  in the middle of the night, I needed her next to me. Breakfast became my best friend, The amount of focus and energy was needed a good coffee, and of course a glass of good wine.

Although  I needed more nights, I was able to write 8000 words, including some editing. Expanding on thorny issues, Introducing new characters  and plot pacing. Iam looking forward to this place again.