Ah, writers retreats. Wonderful areas in space and time where a writer can truly be a writer.
I was introduced to this amazing delicacy about four years ago, when I went to a Smoky Mt. Romance Writers retreat. The Great Smoky Mountains, what a perfect place to get away for a few days The location changes a bit from year to year, but the scenery is gorgeous, the company of other writers encouraging, the workshops informative. But by far the best part is leaving my "real life" behind for a weekend. Letting go of the mundane that tends to hold back the creative side of a person and diving into the exciting waters of the imagination.
This weekend, in addition to learning a lot about the craft of writing—as I always do at a retreat—I also hope to gain some insight into the two manuscripts I’m working on at the moment. I had started on one, couldn’t get into the story world, and finally put it aside to began working on another. Of course, it didn’t take long for me to figure out the problem with manuscript #1 (the heroine wasn’t spunky enough). Such is the life of a writer. Still, I know there are depths to both manuscripts that need to be explored—and this weekend seems like the perfect opportunity.
I can’t wait to get on the road. Again.