Observations on the RMFW Writer’s Retreat
For me, the word “retreat” conjures visions of cabins, high in the mountains, surrounded with nothing but lodge pole pines and spiritual seekers namaste-ing each other when they’re not singing Cumbaya. It suggests hours of enforced quiet, meditation, and later, equally enforced sharing of experiences.
I know some authors got a lot of writing done. I didn’t, but through no fault of the surroundings. I’d just received edits on A New Dawn, due out back on a very short turnaround, and I had to spend my time on revising and rewriting instead of pumping out new words.That’s all right. I enjoyed the retreat, made some wonderful friends, would recommend it to anyone, and, wonder of wonders, actually came away refreshed.