I’m not rich, but I know the right people. (This reminds me of something the mother in Room with a View tells her daughter: “Yes there are right and wrong sorts of people.”) My friend E is such a person. She knows lots of artsy, writer types and set me up with K & W who have an awesome place in Albion, 8 miles south of Mendocino. This is where my muse lives. The times I’ve house sat there have been my most prolific; I wrote most of my novel in a four-week, fevered frenzy while also devouring half a book a day from their vast library and dusting every exposed and unexposed surface of that big house.(It’s how I worked out scenes.)
Here’s a shot of their library:
Bonus! I take care of three fantastic kitties! Here’s o’beautiful O’Bryan:
I also tend to a flock of chickens and water the garden which, unlike my other futile pursuits like child rearing and writing, rewards me for my efforts with beauty like this:
And then there’s the monster:
More inspiration from sculptures by the gentleman of the house:
Three days was enough time to write a match.com bio for a friend (this seems to be THE ONLY way people meet nowadays) and paint a portrait of another friend for her birthday. No novels.