One of my favorite places to write is in a hotel room.
The anonymity, the isolation, the little bit of luxury. It's part of why I love hosting writers here at the Inn. I've been known to take over one of the rooms on occasion, but if I really need to delve into some pages it can't be my own hotel. It's just not the same.
So yesterday I packed a bag with a few essentials--
(yes, books, anchovies, and arugula all count as "essentials") -- and hit the road for the Emerson Resort just twenty minutes away where I spent the better part of twenty-four hours on this bed writing writing writing.
And now I'm back to my own hotel where there's loads to do before the busy weekend!