“Now that Yellow Wife is out in the world, what’s next?” I get asked this question several times a week. Of course, I have another story in the queue. I am a writer. I have plenty of stories. It’s just, how am I meant to write a new novel, in the midst of a covid-friendly-zoom-from-home book tour, that has taken me from Canada to Bermuda, San Diego to Dayton, and many book clubs, Facebook and Instagram lives in between? Virtual events have kept me busier than a moth in an attic, and even as a seasoned multi-tasker, I’ve struggled to keep all the balls in the air.
The business of being an author, in all of its bountiful blessings, has taken me away from putting pen to paper. It’s not just the hour that I spend talking about the book on camera, it’s the setting up lights, brushing on make-up, rotating my wardrobe, and the mental energy that it takes to be “on.” In the past four months, I have toed the line of nursing the book baby born in January, while trying to nourish the novel budding inside of my soul. Not to mention my three flesh and blood children, still home for virtual learning who want their equal piece of me, as well as dinner.
I could get up earlier. But I’m tired. I could stay up later. But I’m tired. One day my husband suggested, “maybe you have outgrown your home office,” a small sitting room off of our bedroom. “You might have to go somewhere and write.”
An idealistic thought, but who will take care of our family? I shoved his comment to the back of my mind. A few days later, a fellow writer mentioned that she was at a writing retreat in the Hudson Valley for two weeks, and the thought of leaving home resurfaced.
But I was scared. Scared to give myself permission to leave my family, even though deep down I knew it was the only way. So, after a trip to the grocery store, and leaving an extensive list of meal plans for the week, I hit highway 64 with my laptop, a folding table, and a stack of books. I drove to Norfolk where my sister lives alone and works long hours. She offered me an extra room with a view, a fridge full of food, and peace and quiet.
On the first day, I woke up early and established my rules of engagement. I forbid myself to check email or social media (my biggest distraction) or turn on my cell phone before 6 pm. In an effort to hold myself accountable, I logged my writing hours. Every time I sat down to write I wrote down the time. If I stepped away from the computer, I put down my end time. I even scheduled my lunches, leg stretches, and bathroom breaks, so that there was no room for procrastination.
I admit the first few hours started out wobbly. It was like riding a bike with uneven training wheels, but eventually, my muse settled down, and the door to the novel’s portal swung open. After two days, I got more writing done than I would have in a full week at home. The story started to emerge like a photograph in a dark room. Slowly I could see the features, landscape, and colors, then eventually the heart of the story. I returned home after five days feeling exhausted, but accomplished, confident, and renewed. Writing outside of my home, alone with my muse is what I needed. Now that I know it works, I’ll be doing it again. Soon.
About the Author
Sadeqa Johnson is the award-winning author of four novels. Her accolades include being the recipient of the National Book Club Award, the Phillis Wheatley Award, and the USA Best Book Award for best fiction. She is a Kimbilo Fellow and a Tall Poppy Writer. Originally from Philadelphia, she currently lives near Richmond, Virginia, with her husband and three children.


Rebekah L. Pierce is an award-winning author, teacher, and veteran. She is also a former board member of James River Writers.
Dae Newman, who also writes as A.D. Newman, is a JRW Board Member and has lived in Virginia since 1996. They write speculative fiction, horror, and essays, and dabble in screenwriting and poetry. They hold a bachelor’s in English and a master’s in education. When not writing, they enjoy knitting, learning the guitar, playing video games, and watching movies. They are a devoted cat dad. They can be found on Twitter at @not_theoretical
Laura Adams Boycourt is a freelance writer/journalist with bylines in a number of regional and national publications. As an educator, she is passionate about literacy and helping youth become engaged readers and writers. Laura is actively querying a children’s picture book manuscript and has several other writing projects in the works. In her spare time, she enjoys spending time with her husband and two young daughters, getting out on the Chesapeake/James, and watching Baltimore Orioles games.