Last weekend I went away with two writer friends. We left the city Friday evening and returned Sunday evening, so we were only away for about 48 hours, but though the time went quickly we felt as though we’d been away longer.
We slept in both mornings, walked on the beach, ate constantly, drank, talked, read, workshopped and yes…even wrote.
We all came home with work done and, even more important than that, a clearer idea of where to go from here.
It’s funny with writing. It’s an entirely solitary occupation: you sit for hours with just the thoughts in your head. It’s the only way to do it. But I couldn’t get by without my workshop mates. I wouldn’t want to.
Thanks J and C. Can’t wait to do it again.