Here's my report: As promised, I headed to Caribou at Tremont and worked on not only two scenes, but three scenes on the memoir, Memorial, that I'm writing about the year my father died.
Today and tomorrow I am holing up for two days at a lodge at a local metropark with some writer friends to work, work, work (and also eat a bit too!). My track record for cabin getaways is not very good. I get away and don't get a lick of writing done. So I'll soon let you all know whether a getaway that includes peer pressure works.