|Last evening of the writer's retreat, Sunday Sept 12, 2010|
Hello dear readers,
Well, it's over. Coming home from a retreat is a bittersweet experience. On one hand, I was ready to return to the comforts of home and family (not to mention a toilet I'm allowed to flush!), but on the other, I miss my little writing community horribly.
Writing is an isolating exercise. We sit at our computers alone, creating a world which no one else may ever see. If we are lucky, we have a trusted few who will read our work, congratulate us on a job well done, and tell us we can do better when we need to hear it. But to spend a week surrounded by like-minded people who are going through the same thing? It's a heady experience.
|The retreat theatre|
|Susie & I went canoeing on Sat|
I spend my last day at the retreat furiously rewriting the opening chapter to Dragonfly Summer. I'm still not happy with it, but it's a step in the right direction. I have two GIGANTIC rewrites looming ahead (Dragonfly Summer and getting Lost ready for the Minotaur contest), and I'm hoping the encouragement I received at the retreat will guide and inspire me. It's time to stop being a person who writes and start being a writer.
Most of all, I'm grateful to Vern and Susie for giving us so much of their time and brain power. I didn't fully realize how big a gift I'd been given until I was on my way home. Now that I do, I'd like to thank them with all of my heart. I not only gained the wisdom to make my novel better; I gained a family of writer friends.
And that, as the commercials say, is priceless.