As I write this, I am beginning a weekend retreat with twelve other writers near Harpers Ferry, West Virginia. I am hoping for (and needing) the perfect mix of solitude and community--a solitary nook for thinking/creating/revising without distraction and, when the time is right, a warm fire and an engaging discussion and sharing of our work. When it's time for a break or mulling over ideas, the C & O Canal Path along the Potomac River beckons.
Everyone came supplied with enough snacks and bottles of wine to keep us going far into the night. Our organic meals will be delivered by the owner of the retreat house, so no excuses for not getting any work done! After traveling for several weeks, I have hopes of finally getting back to my work-in-progress and making some in-roads over the course of the weekend.
And on the home front, where it is becoming increasingly difficult to separate my various roles, my husband is planning the "writing cabin" he will build me in the woods behind our house--small enough to be comfortable for one, rustic enough to give me an escape from the ever-present cyber world, and near enough for me to walk home for some company and a cup of tea.
Now, on to my retreat...