Summertime on the Lake

This isn’t the lost post. I suspect it’s hiding somewhere just behind my monitor … sniggering!

… this one was prompted by a friend asking me how my summer on the Lake was going …


Summer on Widderlake is full of people . . . where did they all come from? … they’re like locusts!

An armada of giant SUV’s towing speedboats, floatation devices of various shapes, hues and sizes, males with towels in one hand and beers in the other, females in bikinis and flip-flops and sunglasses, children screeching in delight … all marching by my window on their way to the lake!

. . . I mean! How dare they intrude on my seclusion?

I’m not one of these people who can sit down and write furiously for a few minutes at a time, in between chores, or kids, or whatever. I don’t think my synapses fire that-a-way. Although I do write fast, I need at least an hour of uninterrupted time to get going. I tried smaller blocks, but ended up deleting most of what I wrote. It’s a question of rhythm I suppose.

Our writing studio is in the nicest, and front, room of our little house, and faces the main thoroughfare down to the lake. This is the best place to write throughout the year, except for right about now.

Oh the horror of it all!

A writers worst dilemma – being confronted by people enjoying themselves!

There’s only one thing to be done. A drastic option I know, but sometimes hard choices have to be made.

I shall pour myself a bracing beverage, dress appropriately, and crash the party!


“There are certainly times when my own everyday life seems to retreat so the life of the story can take me over. That is why a writer often needs space and time, so that he or she can abandon ordinary life and “live” with the characters”Margaret Mahy, prolific NZ children’s author. 1936 – 23rd July, 2012


Margaret Mahy-photo by Steven McNicholl


… one more that I couldn’t resist, from Liz and John Dickens’ lad, Chucky …

“Cows are my passion. What I have ever sighed for has been to retreat to a Swiss farm, and live entirely surrounded by cows – and china”Charles Dickens, another prolific author. 1812-1870


17 comments on “Summertime on the Lake

  1. Oh, no, Widdershins, what a horrible fate! You have to go play in the water with all the crazy strangers??? I feel for you.

    Yes, hard to write on summer days. Except in the shade in a garden between German vineyards … *g*

    Have fun!


  2. s.p.bowers says:

    Lol, have fun!


  3. There are few things more disheartening than trying to concentrate on something – especially something difficult, or downhearted, or depressing – when people “out there” are having fun. Perhaps it’s a sign that even sci-fi writers need a summer break. After all, the summer comes and goes in an instant. You might as well enjoy its fleeting warmth for the half-dozen days we get it.

    Go on, have another s’more!


  4. Erin says:

    Enjoy yourself! (And make mental notes for future characters.)


  5. londonmabel says:

    Now I’m picturing Dickens rearranging his china collection when he’s procrastinating from a novel.


  6. catdownunder says:

    Oh miaou – I could not face it…I would turn my back on it and put my paws over my ears! I would! I would!


  7. Joan Y. Edwards says:

    Remember…venturing out and living gives you good character traits, emotions, and possible plot points for your stories!

    Enjoy living!
    Celebrate you
    Never Give Up


  8. […] to enjoy an ambience untrammeled by the energy of partygoers. Not that I have anything against a good party, but the quiet is a more natural state for Widderlake Island … and it’s time to get back to […]


  9. Crash the party! I like that. I should’ve done that with my next door neighbors last night rather than call them to say, “Go inside already. You’re bothering us old farts with your noise.” Ha! The neighbor is older than me. Quiet. I like the sound.


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