So, I have this favourite writing friend of mine, Hanne Linander, who also seems to have gotten herself into a pregnant situation, litteraly. And based on real life experience, we have concluded that the next year might hold less space for creative writing. So, we decided to go on a proper writing retreat before everything gets out of hand.
Some research, planning, hard calendar prioritising later, and we met in Oslo. Walking via a great bar, a even greater Izakaya, dropping in for a beer with friends (the beer would be for me, non pregnant as I am, yey), and finally arriving at this lovely hotel with autumn leaves covering the entire facade, and a fireplace in the reading room.
We brought the necessary Harry Potter perihelia, decorated the hotel room with inspirational photos downloaded totally illegally from the internet, listned to LOTR theme music and loaded up on cacao. And we wrote.
Yes, we had a lot of walks out, to get food, buy unsuitably expensive notebooks and drank some more beer (again, me, yey). Before returning to read aloud, and crush some more words.
Non of us produced masterpieces or got published (though we did walk past a least one publishing house), but we definitively found a great way to prioritise writing, in good company. We even managed to move everything a couple of inches forward (and maybe to the left. Yes, looking at you now, Hanne.)
All in all, the best idea.