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After the Storm: Peace. Well, Relative Peace

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Every January, despite that whole, yay-it’s-a-fresh-new-year thing, I feel this urge to go on a writer’s retreat. Or just retreat. Not exactly sure which. Because I grew up around mountains and creeks, (cricks) this is generally where I imagine myself summoning the Muse (or using the crick to drown out my whining).

I have yet to actually retreat. And there’s my ongoing (and totally delightful) #GrandmaProject that I want to flee TO, not away FROM. I love the grand babies more than Muse (get over it, Muse).

One of the reasons I have not retreated, I think, is that most formal retreats aren’t what I’d call retreating. They want you to gather in the evening and talk about your writing. My writing is like Fight School. I don’t talk about it, at least not until I’m done with the project. And there is my Hermit Thing.

Most retreats are pretty expensive, too. And geared toward literary authors, not popular fiction authors like me. That doesn’t stop me from day dreaming about Whitby Island. Or a fully functional cabin in some delightful (i.e. Bear-free) woods somewhere. A place the Muse would be happy to come, too, but wouldn’t run amok by taking me into my own personal horror story. Yeah, my imagination is about that bad.

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2 thoughts on “After the Storm: Peace. Well, Relative Peace”

  1. Oh yeah! I’ve got a hermit side myself, Pauline. Mathair’s more of the social butterfly and loves networking and the readings we do along with the few speaking engagements we’ve had. And though I love the idea that people are actually reading the things we write and are loving it, I’d much prefer to be holed up in a cabin amidst our beautiful Smokey Mountains and do nothing but write. I got into the writing game with this romantic idea in my head, a preconceived notion that I’d live far away from society in a place without little to no reach to the outside world, (apart from a television, of course, I couldn’t bear living without True Blood), I’d have a penname, and be a faceless, nameless author that rarely made appearances and was notorious for being withdrawn. I was very bitter when I first discovered the socializing and schmoozing that came with the millennial author, but I’m slowly getting used to it and Mathair’s always driving me to do better. Great post, Pauline and great pic. Dreaming of the crick now.
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    1. I’m totally like you! I thought I’d right in splendid isolation! LOL There is very little splendor about my work space and yeah, no isolation here. I have driven through the Smokey Mountains and envy you! I grew up around mountains and still miss them. I have this fear, that if I did get that splendid isolation, my imagination would run away with me. LOL

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