I snuck out of my house and used a spare key to get into a friend's house on Sunday night. I literally wrote for hours. When my friends came home, I got hugs and kisses and then I was left alone to work. I was in heaven! I wrote 3 and a half short stories before packing up and heading home. It was a wonderfully productive night and I felt great!

Solitude and quiet are a writer's best friend.