My DIY Writing Retreat

Recently Deb talked about creating your own writing residency. *Sigh* a whole WEEK devoted to writing. Oh I get all a twitapated just thinking about it, but for now, with two active kids and a husband with an insane travel schedule, a week away devoted solely to my writing is just not feasible. For now, I squeeze my writing getaways in where I can.

Last spring, I attended the New England Romance Writer’s Conference and stayed an extra night to write. It was lovely. Last month, the only week my husband was home, I traveled to Detroit for work. I extended the trip by a day and a half and devoted that time to writing. I’m thrilled to say I added more than 8,000 words to my work in progress. There were a couple of key factors that make these little writing retreats work for me.

My writer's perch (a long couch in the hotel room, my "view" of the parking garage, an original Olga with fries and wine with cookies.

Location, location, location!

Both of these retreats took place in hotels that cater to business travelers. One was located in a business park, and most recently, I stayed at the Detroit airport.  There was no beautiful scenery to draw me away, no tourist attractions that I “really shouldn’t miss.” Basically, I had permission to just hang out in my room guilt-free.

The other side of the location coin, is picking a place that isn’t so isolated that you go stir crazy. Yes, I need to focus on my writing, but the four walls of a hotel room can start to close in after too much time and crush your creativity. The conference hotel was in an office park but it was near a mall so there were a number of dining options (and a Starbucks) within walking distance.  Detroit has a public transportation system that runs to and from the airport. With a few quick swipes, I was able to find a bus route that stopped at a nearby mall. Even better? I found a an location of a restaurant chain (Olga’s Kitchen) that I hadn’t eaten at since I was in high school. Triple play? There was a Target across from the mall that sold beer and wine this allowed me to stock up on motivation and rewards (I’ll explain that later).

Set Goals

For both of my getaways, I set goals that weren’t cakewalks, but weren’t so ridiculous I’d be stressed out or ignore them completely.   Last spring, I was plotting, This time, I was just flat out writing. I set my goal at 5,000 words on the day that I was supposed to have the full day to write (again more on that in a minute) and 3,000 for the half day.  I ended up writing until I was halfway through my flight home, BUT, I made my goal with a little padding.

Expect the unexpected (and roll with it)

I was supposed to have all day Friday and half the day Saturday just to write, heh, yeah, best laid plans and all that. I ended up having to attend to a few work details on Friday morning, so I didn’t start writing in earnest until after lunch. Saturday I also ended up working on tasks that needed to be completed on site. Since that’s why I was there in the first place, I couldn’t exactly say no. However, this is where creating goals that were a bit of a reach but not overwhelming worked well.

Plan ahead

As Deb mentioned in her post, plan a head and clear your desk before you leave, so when you come back you aren’t playing catch up.

I didn’t do as good a job at this as I could have. It would have been better if I could have cleared my inbox(es) before I left, but that just didn’t happen. Instead, I finished my original onsite commitments a little early, so I took the time to wipe out my emails before I sat down to write. When I did finally sit down to write, it was with a clear conscience.

I *could* conceivably have stayed until Sunday, but I knew that would throw off my weekly routine of meal planning and grocery shopping. So, coming home later Saturday afternoon made more sense for me.

Motivate and reward yourself

Plan a head and build in times to reward yourself for your efforts. Since I got such a late start on Friday, I set a goal of 2,000 words before I left for my dinner adventure. That way when I stopped, I felt like I’d achieved something.

While I was out, I stopped at Mrs. Fields Cookies and bought 5,000 word reward. When I was at Target I bought a bottle of wine as a little motivation (plus it was cheaper than going to the hotel bar).

All in all I was pleased by the outcome of my mini writer’s retreat and I can’t wait to do it again.

How do you fit in focused writing time?


Lee Laughlin is a writer, wife, and mom, frequently all of those things at once. She blogs at She has been a member of the Concord Monitor Board of Contributors. Her words have also appeared in a broad range of publications from community newspapers to the Boston Globe. She is currently working on her first novel, a work of contemporary, romantic fiction.

What Do You Want from a Writer’s Retreat?

I’d like to talk with you about retreats for writers. The immediate answer to any of these questions can easily be ‘well, it depends’, but overall, I’m curious to learn what type of writing retreat you’d benefit from most within the next 12 months.

View from kitchen table of Maine cabin for retreat - many seating options!

View from kitchen table of Maine cabin for retreat – many seating options!

When you hear “writer’s retreat” what time frame leaps to mind? A few hours, an overnight somewhere, two or three nights, a week or more…

  • If your answer is ‘a few hours’, there are “write ins” popping up now where space is reserved for up to half a day, and you can show up for as much of that time as you like — it’s more for camaraderie in being with other writers at the same time than anything else — I like doing these during November (National Novel Writing Month)

How do you feel when you think about a writer’s retreat? Calm, happy, anxious, dread, excited, bummed, inspired, scared…

  • my feelings can run the gamut depending on what type of project leaps to mind — most generally, though, thinking about being around other writers makes me smile and outweighs any anxiety — if I had to pick 1 word, it would be ‘bliss’

Where do you search for information on writer’s retreats? Social media, ShawGuides, writing groups/organizations you belong to, libraries, book stores, general Internet searches…

  • sometimes too many choices result in choosing to not even look around at options — my favorite type of writing retreat is one combined with an adventure vacation (like rafting down the Colorado River [did it], or spending a week at a Wyoming dude ranch [did it], or learning to cook in Italy [on my bucket list], or camping in New Zealand [not sure if that one exists yet!]

What is important to you in a retreat? time alone to write, a group setting, critiques/feedback, sharing your work, instruction, mentorship, everyone working in same or multiple genres…

  •  All of the above, please! When working on fiction, a mix of genres works well for me. But when I’m focused on non-fiction I prefer everyone to be the same — there’s something different for me when crafting imaginative stories than truth-based stories/articles/essays/manuscripts.
Water view seating for same Maine cabin getaway. Variety is good!

Water view seating for same Maine cabin getaway. Variety is good!

If you’re new to writing, is it a feature to have experienced writers in the group, or a deterrent? And likewise, if you’re multipublished, does a retreat with newbie writers attract you?

  • As long as expectations for the group are stated and agreed to up front, a mix of experience levels can benefit all attendees.

I’m looking forward to hearing your thoughts on writer’s retreats.

LisaJJackson_2014Lisa J. Jackson is an independent writer and editor who enjoys working with businesses of all sizes. She loves researching topics, interviewing experts, and helping companies tell their stories. You can connect with her on TwitterFacebook, and LinkedIn.

Art & Architecture

When Virginia Woolf recommended A Room of One’s Own for women writers, she couldn’t have anticipated the open concept in architecture, or understand fully how children can interrupt a mother with their needs even when they’re not there.

I’ve always had a room of my own – it was a condition of cohabitation when my husband and I first joined households – and it worked well when the kids were in school. The problem with my allocated room wasn’t during the week, but during vacations, holidays and weekends, when I still had deadlines to meet, when the kids were home and would interrupt me, or when I had to give over my room to guests. I know this is bad parenting on my part – I tried to teach my kids the meaning of a closed door. But the fact of it is, when I was writing and they were home, I was always torn between needing to work and wanting to be with them. So for a while I switched from Woolf’s theory about needing a room of one’s own to Ursula LeGuin’s theory as put forth in her essay, “The Fisherman’s Daughter,” where she says that all a woman who writes needs is a pen and some paper.

According to LeGuin, the fisherman’s daughter is a mother and a writer who sits on the riverbank with a pad and pen and writes while keeping an eye on her kids playing nearby. If this sounds distracting – it is. But as I discovered with a room of my own, my maternal tasks were distracting whether my kids were banging on my door or at school. When my children were young and my concentration broken, fears rushed in. If the school secretary called mid-morning, I anticipated the worst schoolyard accident possible, and it would take a while for the poison of my maternal anxiety to subside and allow me to concentrate again, by which time the school day was over and my shift as chauffeur started, driving kids to the orthodontist and soccer.

And then, one day, the kids were grown up – in college, traveling to far reaches of the world and out of the house. I missed them, even as I relished the silence of the house and my genuine, satisfying, productivity, productivity that came to a grinding halt every time they came home for a weekend, or a week – and sometimes longer. And they came home with friends. Suddenly, I was running a youth hostel, complete with meals for voracious appetites.

I love having my kids and their friends home; and I hate it. No matter how early I creep to my desk and how late they sleep, those morning hours aren’t enough to accomplish what I need to, and outside of my office, chaos reigns. I find myself simultaneously urging the kids to take over the meal preparation and kitchen clean up while running a mental inventory of what’s on-hand and what groceries need to be fetched. I have trouble giving up household control. Even when the kids make dinner, it’s a production, and no matter how many sit down to dinner and how good the conversation, the sheer volume of people, food and conversation drains me. I collapse into bed before the dishes are washed. This is not a good way to fall asleep.

So I asked my husband for a room of my own – outside the house.

“You have an empty nest and you need a separate space?” one friend asked, with both incredulity and criticism in her voice.

“I need quiet,” I explained. “A place where I won’t see or be seen. A place out of sight of the front door, and a place where I won’t be oppressed by laundry or bills or household tasks staring at me from across the hall, or where there’s the phone and the internet to tempt me to distraction. To write fiction,” I explain, “I need quiet and solitude.”

Another friend asked why I didn’t just apply for writing residencies.

“Because I like to be home,” I said. Indeed, I moved to Vermont the summer after attending the Bread Loaf Writer’s Conference, because more than rubbing elbows with other writers, what I wanted was to live in this beautiful landscape I now call home. My ideal is a daily writing retreat.

After twenty-five years of marriage, my husband knows just how important this solitude is to my work and well-being, so last year, he and his brother started building me a studio in my own backyard.

We broke ground last May. Because my builders have other jobs, it’s taken ten months of weekends to complete, but it’s now done: a 96 square foot, free-standing studio about a hundred and fifty-feet from the house, with a meadow view. For the ten months of construction, I’ve been joking about digging a moat and stocking it with piranha. It’s my way of explaining that I don’t want to be disturbed there – at all.

I still have my room in the house. The Office, we call it. And that’s where I conduct the business related to writing: the queries, the filing, the bookkeeping, and my teaching materials. I can be interrupted when I’m taking care of business. But when it’s time to write fiction and essays, I can now retreat to A Room of My Own. Wouldn’t Virginia Woolf be proud?

Deborah Lee Luskin is the author of Into The Wilderness, “a fiercely intelligent love story,” set in Vermont in 1964. Luskin is a regular Commentator on Vermont Public Radio, an editorial columnist, and a free-lance writer. In addition, Luskin teachers literature and writing in prisons, hospitals and libraries; she holds a PhD in English Literature from Columbia University.