We’ve all heard about writing retreats. They’re usually hosted on a sprawling ranch or at some seaside resort, and attended by large group of people.
Not your scene? Yeah, mine, either.
Enter the Solo Writing Retreat.
For me, joining – and staying with – a writing group is a bit daunting. I want to do it, but at the same time I don’t dare to really let myself fully participate. Basically, how I feel about joining the local Pagan group applies, here, too. Funny enough, I got the idea for the solo writing retreat from a book called The Magickal Retreat, the author whom I forget and am currently too lazy to look up.
I adapted a shorter format, roughly 4h, from the book to work for my writing. And you know what?
It friggin’ worked. Really well.
I grabbed the first draft and all notes – including brainstorming – of “Rising” and sat down for nearly 4h. Accompanying me was the entire office supply aisle from Wal-Mart. And the cat. She thought she was helping.
So today I did what I should have right along: made progress on the project. Of course, I discovered it needs almost a total gut job. Or at least a damn thorough remodeling.
Note to self: Take photos next time.
Because there will be a next time. Today felt good.
I behaved like an actual writer.