No, no, not at all — sure, I’ll be spending a week in the “Snowshoe Capital of the World” in a rambling country farmhouse, writing and confusing the cat, Hamilton. There’s no reason to connect this to the tragic events in the Overlook. It’s going to be a scream — of laughter! And there’s nothing wrong with my plan to take along a bunch of scary movies to watch alone in the dark as the house creaks around me… Hey, when did they get a topiary garden?
Here’s why I get to do this: our pals Crispinus and his long-suffering uxor, Krista, have whisked off their 13 year old daughter Kaitlin for a surprise birthday trip to Disneyland (Happy Birthday!). This was a surprise that they’ve been planning for months; she didn’t know until they put the boarding pass in her hands, pretending they were just there to see off a friend. Don’t you wish you had parents that cool?
I’m just finishing my tea before I pack up my things and get on the road. I look forward to concentrating on writing, but also relaxing (yes, really). Besides, I won’t be as isolated as the Torrances, because there’s internet access — yes, I may even post here if I have something to say other than “Ahhh.”