This year my husband and I decided to go to Cuba for our winter break. As we’d never been there before and planned to travel around, I left my laptop at home. I had just sent my 5th draft to my editor and decided I needed a break.
Once there, we were struck by how kind and friendly the Cuban people were. Their warmth was infectious. No matter how much it rained or stormed (and it did) they kept on dancing and singing. We may have missed out on the sun, but we were blown away (sorry) by the most spectacular wind storms and tropical downpours. Sometimes when we moved around, we were nearly knocked off our feet by the wind that seemed to appear without warning; palm leaves flying, coconuts dropping. The tropical downpours were visually stunning, but kept us indoors as water rushed by the sliding doors, filling every little dip in the landscape with water.
When the rain turned to a drizzle, the ground slurped up the water within minutes, people poured out of their rooms and headed for the beach to grasp a few precious moments in the warm waves before the next downpour. Then off to the bars for a Mojito, Pina Colada or Cuba Libre. The entertainment was fantastic, at the resort and in other areas in Varadero. The food at the resort was outstanding. I really enjoyed Havana and wish I could have spent more time there. When our two weeks were up, we boarded the plane almost as pale as we were when we arrived, but a hundred times more relaxed.
Back home, I turn the laptop on. The annotation of my manuscript is back from the editor. I take a quick look. There are quite a few revisions to make, which I expected. But the ending isn’t working. Back to the drawing board. I don’t mind. Enough with the beach and leisure time, I’m ready for some serious plotting. That’s what I love to do.