My inlaws are leaving town tomorrow, meandering off for parts undiscovered. I have pretty awesome inlaws, so you won’t hear me rejoicing about their leaving (and I’m not just saying that because they might happen upon this blog post someday!). They love to travel, and so do I. This spring I’ll take the kids to an amusement park; I’m heading to a writers’ conference this summer; and we’re already planning a big family vacation for November.
What I really should be doing, however, is making plans for now, because I’m pretty sure I’ve developed a nasty case of House Box Syndrome (HBS). If you work from home and have been less productive than you should be, maybe you have it, too. What is it, you ask?
HBS is my definition for what happens to a writer when s/he works out of the house 24/7. Your characters become as predictable as the mail lady, your plots as interesting as a dust gathering and your enthusiasm for tackling your manuscript is right up there with cleaning the litter box. Everyone’s different, no doubt, but HBS builds up in me like a toxin until it handicaps my muse. Four walls, a roof–yep; it seems a lot like a box to me right now.
My favorite remedy for House Box Syndrome (HBS) is to escape to a B&B or Inn for a few days, work and recoup. Some of my best ideas come to me when I’m out of my normal environment, away from my routine. It doesn’t have to be anything so formal though. Hit the library for the day or sit in a restaurant and jot down some new ides.
Hey, wasn’t that how JK Rowling wrote the beginnings of Harry Potter? I wonder if it’s too late to tag along with my inlaws?