#ROW80 7/31 and Lizard

Home from Alpine retreat yesterday evening, slept all day today, preparing to sleep all night tonight. I rest a little better knowing I left my lizard roommate behind in Alpine.  I hope. (Roomie was smaller than the lizard pictured here. If he'd been this size, I would have ceded him the cabin and slept in … Continue reading #ROW80 7/31 and Lizard

Vacation

Last night's homework: One page: Writer's Diary. One page: Clustering exercise Five one-paragraph character sketches Four one-paragraph novel beginnings (from photos taken this week) One one-page novel beginning (from photos taken this week) Optional but encouraged: Choose one short piece of writing to present at tomorrow night's reading And seventeen people call this a vacation. … Continue reading Vacation

Retreating

Exhausted. Drove for seven hours, arrived only fifteen minutes before orientation, no time to change out of scruffy clothes before meeting instructor and classmates. Dragged suitcases plus kitchen sink into a cabin at a 1950s-style motor court. Foraged for food. Prepared to fall into bed asap. Picked up a novel, had to know how it … Continue reading Retreating

An Ever-widening Wilderness

Okay. Enough of this sweetness-and-light, writing-is-my-life, revising-is-a-glorious-process, retreats-are-so-inspiring, the-daily-miracle-will-come baloney. Writing stinks. Last night, no matter how hard I tried to make the technician at the other end of the line understand that the problem was caused by a short in the ground wire on the keyboard, and was surely related to the March 30 … Continue reading An Ever-widening Wilderness

Back from camp

I'm home from the Texas Mountain Trail Writers Writing Round-up. Post-retreat blues--why do retreats have to end?--have lifted. Fatigue from hauling suitcase, duffel bag, and a stack of books halfway across Texas and back has vanished. Euphoria from seeing a basket filled with real homemade biscuits sitting beside a pot of gravy has settled. Delight … Continue reading Back from camp

Wormwood, wormwood

I told a little fib in that last post. I said that before the Texas Mountain Trail Writers retreat in early April, I have to write a 500-word story. The truth is, I don't have to. It's optional. Then why do I put myself through this torture? I do it because retreat participants will get … Continue reading Wormwood, wormwood