Greetings once again my my loyal minions,
Mischievous and I are grateful to be home. The Zombies are looking a little haggard, I’m thinking that Wicked’s Prankster Duo might have taken a toll on them in my absence.
The 7 Evil Dwarves first annual writing retreat was a huge success. Situated in the White Mountains, deep in troll country, we convinced our muses to buckle down and get the word count soaring. When we arrived we had enough electronic gear to launch a space shuttle. Yet, I believe if the power went out we would have been scratching away with pens and paper. It was very intense. We squeezed in lots of good food and fellowship along the way. Every now and then someone would say something like “I need a smell, or what would you call a flesh eating humanoid, ect.” Random answers bounced off the high ceiling of our cabin in response.
When the evening wound down we’d take a break in the hot tub and compare notes. Then back to the keyboards where we worked until well past dark-thirty. Of course some of us are more resilient than others and speaking for myself, well I’ve got to get my rest if I’m expected to look this good everyday. Writing is not for the faint of heart.
I am both blessed and proud to be a member of such a dedicated and generous critique group. My writing partners are my friends, and I count myself one, very fortunate writer to be able to sit amongst them. When I do my daily devotions I always thank God for the many blessings He has bestowed upon this sinner. My friends are always on that list.
When Sunday rolled around we packed up mission control. Mixed emotions abounded as we were sad to be leaving and looking forward to getting home to our loved ones at the same time. It took us several years of planning to actually make this happen, but I know everyone is already thinking about next year.
As is my custom I leave you with a quote this one is from, Richard Bach.
“A professional writer is an amateur who didn’t quit.”