A writer’s retreat. Alone. By myself. No one around unless I felt like seeking someone out.
What I have in mind is a small place in the middle of nowhere. I don’t even care if there are utilities, though it would be nice to type sometimes as it is faster.
It isn’t really about the cabin…it is about getting away from phones, internet, pressure, noise, and responsibility long enough to simply BE and know what you need or want. I crave it to the point of tears most days.