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.
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.