I am at a writing retreat with two critique friends, deep in the heart of Texas. Have been here since 11:30 this morning. Two other writers arrive tomorrow.
Have written some fiction for me, some nonfiction for my friend Em. Before e-mailing Em’s to her, I read over it, as every conscientious writer knows she should, and discovered the nonfiction may be more fictional than the fiction.
Em will just have to deal with that.
I am tired. Fatigued. Exhausted.
And the phone will ring at 8:00 in the morning.
I shall retreat to my bed, where I shall dream about sweaters.
Sunday’s expected high–66 F.
Things are finally looking up.
Kathy Waller 
Where on earth do you find your illustrations? I’m hoping that cold weather materializes!
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A writing retreat. That sounds heavenly! Enjoy your creative time there.
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Any retreat is a good retreat. Enjoy your special time!
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Exciting stuff, Kathy. My mind always sings into the early hours at places like that. Hope you got a good night’s sleep.
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Sounds fabulous, Kathy! Does our w-e 5 circle still exist?
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That sounds terrific but you sound like you’re despairing a bit. Get some sleep. I hope it’s warm enough for you. Enjoy.
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Wasn’t there a country-type sort of Cajun musical number called “Bonaparte’s Retreat?”
People never prosper who try to invade Russia.
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Very true. Exhaustion sets in.. but once again you are revived to write another day.
Enjoying your site. Bloom on.
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