Next week I’m going on my first-ever writing retreat, and I’m more than a little excited. I’ve been working on my first novel for four years now, and I’m still not done. Such is the way with novels, I suppose. But I’ve learned a lot along the way and I can see the (very distant) light at the end of the tunnel. (It’s a tiny, tiny speck, but I can see it!)
The retreat will be my chance to work on my book for a week without any of the interruptions of daily life. If all goes well, I’ll come out of it totally exhausted. It’s not a vacation by any means. It’s meant for me to get significant work done on this godforsaken thing! (I love my book, I really do, but writing a novel often feels like banging your head against a brick wall. And that banging is somehow supposed to result in the statue of David, even though there isn’t a chisel in sight and all you have is your forehead.)
So basically the retreat will allow me to bang my head against the wall in peace, surrounded by nature.
I’ll share some thoughts and pictures of the retreat afterwards. :)