|This Year I Needed A Work Station|
This year, I had to work while retreating because I need to make some submissions this week. Last week I:
|Retreat Week's Completed Reading|
- Created a fifth draft of The Mummy Hunters with the edits I did on the fourth draft before I left home.
- Wrote a #@!! synopsis for The Mummy Hunters.
- Spellchecked and did a word count for The Mummy Hunters.
- Finished reading the second book for Cybils judging, read all of the third one, and started the fourth.
- Read a load of bookmarked articles. I still have a load of them. I've got to stop bookmarking all this stuff from the Internet. Really. I do.
What A Bummer, Huh?
I worked every day, maybe an hour, an hour and a half. It was probably closer to two hours on Friday. This should have really su...su...ssstunk, given that my retreat week is supposed to be all about doing whatever I want and not very much of that. But it didn't stink. It was great.
|Rosemary Ice Cream--Amazing|
Not All Writers' Retreats Go Like This
Needless to say, this was the best writers' retreat I've ever been on. Why?
- The other (real) retreats I've attended were more like mini-conferences than retreats. There were presentations or some sort of activity scheduled for most of the time. I didn't come home with any work done, because there was no time to do any.
- I'd been working on this project for a couple of years and was at the tale end tidy up point. If I'd been trying to generate new material, there's a real chance I'd be whining now about my ruined retreat.
- I had plenty of space and quiet, which can be hard to find on official retreats.
- I really could do whatever I wanted, because of the lack of presentations, panels, one-on-one critiques, etc.
I will satisfy myself with being happy with last week's experience.