Into the (Irish) Woods

This is it. Drastic measures had to be taken.

You guys, I’m going into self-imposed exile.

An extrovert like myself doesn’t do well in the countryside. I actively try to avoid this kind of situation.

However, I’ve been traveling full-time for the past four months, and I’ve done sorely little work in that time. And the thing is, I have big plans for 2016 — ones that will leave me far less time to blog come January, should all go well.

Which means, it’s time to hole up like a bear in early hibernation and get my ass in gear.

This month, I’m in the Irish countryside. Meaning no friends to see, no hot new bars or restaurants to check out, no distractions of any kind.

I’m forcing myself to sit down and be responsible. This month, I’mma be a writing machine.

Why Ireland?

A number of reasons, including the obvious one that I’m obsessed with the country, so duh, why not?

But I also found this ridiculous house in County Cork for an even more ridiculous price, and it was too perfect to turn down.

Check it out:

We have three bedrooms,

Two fireplaces,

One jacuzzi in a gorgeously tiled bathroom,

A giant wrap-around wooden balcony with a view of the Atlantic,

And this adorable “technically wild but allowed in the house when it wants” cat just starving for attention.

(As I write this, the cat has entered the house and I’m freaking out. KITTY! KITTEHHHH)

And all for less than what we’d pay for a studio in Paris!

This house is so huge, it’s like a maze. It’s insane. It’s gorgeous.

It’s going to be a good month.

How do you get into a writing groove?