Blackwater Writing Project

July 15, 2006

Getaways

Here's a new writing prompt: Getaways. Happy writing!

posted by Donna Sewell at 5:29 PM

6 Comments:

  • I imagine Madonna's "Holiday" playing in the background as I type. I'm no Madonna fan, but growing up in the 80s, I probably know most of the words to her songs--the burdens of 80s life.

    I'm looking forward to getting away, to lounging on a beach, digging my toes into the sand, watching ghost crabs skitter across the beach, and reading novel after novel, losing myself in mysteries. Donna, crime fighter at the ready.

    Getaways can also mean escaping from a crime, driving the getaway car, losing pursuers. I like that version of the word too. Vacations allow me to turn off email, to disconnect from the academic world. Tomorrow it will feel like driving a getaway car as I leave behind responsibilities.

    I hope you manage a getaway before school resumes.

    Remember to send me those anthology drafts if you haven't already done so.

    By Blogger Donna Sewell, at 5:34 PM  

  • Eight hours later, we've only gotten as far away as Tallahassee. Umm, mechanical difficulties intervene. Grrrr. Imagine me clicking my heels and chanting, "I will get away. I will get away."

    By Blogger Donna Sewell, at 7:35 PM  

  • When I think of getaways, I think of getting away from this apartment. Yeah!! I get to move this weekend.

    I also think about how didn't get to have a summer getaway. I love to go to the beach. Maybe I will take next weekend before school starts back and relax before teaching and fall classes start.

    Reading your posting Donna made me laugh. Getaways does remind me of the getaway cars in the movies. Some idiot robbing a bank and I can hear the sound of the screeching wheels as they speed off just to live a life fulfilled with fear of being caught.

    Have fun at the beach!!!!

    By Blogger Kim, at 8:39 PM  

  • Just so you know, we made it. I got away. I did it. I'm not sure I'm ever coming back.

    By Blogger Donna Sewell, at 1:00 PM  

  • I spoke too soon. Camper troubles abound, so we're waiting to take it to the camper repair place in the morning. That means I get a hotel room tonight with free WiFi, a step up from the campground. I feel homeless. Send prayers (grin).

    By Blogger Donna Sewell, at 6:48 PM  

  • We did enjoy a few days at the beach despite the camper troubles. My toes sank into the sand, I giggled as the ghost crabs scampered away, we walked the beach, and we explored a new beach: Cape San Blas (don't know if I spelled that right). My mom's family camped there a few times when I was a kid. I guess it wasn't really new then, just forgotten.

    Mom is one of sixteen children, so it seemed like we had half the campground back then. I envied the relatives in campers. As a child we slept in a tent in June. I remember scalloping in the bay, playing with my cousins (the multitudes of them), sleeping in a cot, and using community bathrooms.

    Visiting former haunts intrigues me. We also checked out Indian Pass. I remembered the trading post.

    Getaway achieved.

    By Blogger Donna Sewell, at 10:02 AM  

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