I am so taken up with preparing myself and my novel for next week’s retreat that I forget the time.

A special pot of tea rounds off a day of discombobulations, kindnesses and planning.

Running a bath reminds me I haven’t sent a podcast. Planning quietly for my writing retreat.

Returning refreshed from an unplugged week and preparing for my writerly month.

Strolling along the creek to Qi Gong – a podcast in two parts interrupted by a duck.

Day 4 of my practice retreat and the wonders of a deadline that is taken away.

No longer a weasel in a rabbit warren. Day 3 of my practice retreat and I am finally in the zone.

From the top of the tower to having mixed feelings – all grist to the mill in the log for my practice retreat.

A difficult evening ahead but looking forward to sculpting my way into writing.

Having a quiet afternoon after a comedy of errors.