Buyer’s remorse. And not even five hours have elapsed since the purchase. It happens every time. Why do I do this to myself? (W-Word: Why)
News of the Writers‘ League of Texas’ annual summer retreat arrived via email this afternoon, and I pounced–checked the calendar to confirm it doesn’t fall on an infusion week, asked my husband to confirm what I’d already confirmed, filled out the online form, and clicked Register. [W-Word: Writers’]
Some people think it over before clicking Register, especially when clicking Register requires an outpouring of funds.
If I made a list, it would look like this:
Don’t Go to the WLT Summer Retreat in Kerrville – Reasons
- Time away from home – six days
- The retreat is in July and I already miss David
- Indulgence-induced guilt
- I shouldn’t have to drive 100 miles to write what I could write staying at home
- Can write at home without paying registration fees plus gasoline and wear-and-tear on the car
- More guilt
- I miss David
Go to the WLT Summer Retreat in Kerrville – Reasons
- I want to [W-Word: Want]
And then there’s the year I came home with a two-hundred-word timed writing that three years later turned into a 4,000-word short story, and a year after that appeared in a crime fiction anthology–the Murder on Wheels pictured in the sidebar to the right.
Plus the new Summer Writing Retreat–Write Away, where all you do is write
Plus the creative energy generated by people writing together
Plus memories of retreats in Alpine in 2011 and 2014.
Regarding buyer’s remorse: it doesn’t last.