In the middle of the beauty of this national forest, I wonder at my overreach. I wrote that I was going to do this, that, and the other thing while here. Not happening.
I brought my synopsis. I hadn't read it since I cut and pasted my notes together. I gave it to my friend who read it while we sat at a special cove. I was stunned (no humility here) by how good it was. I have much less work to do on it than I thought. I'm only halfway done, but there's hope.
I realized I hadn't named any if the cities, so while I have this wi-fi connection, I'm going to work on that.
Sadly, I don't think I'll have time to read my MS as planned.
Going back to the lake tonight to cook chicken over a grill.
Life goes by too quickly.
Sometimes we think getting away on a retreat is just what we need to concentrate on the writing task we are craving to work on -- but in reality, getting away is just that, getting away. Sometimes our minds and bodies know better what is needed for rest and recovery than we do.
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Ah - the ever wise Margaret. I suppose I did need the rest. The place was beautiful and secluded (though it had a five * restaurant). I did one character bio. The rest of the time I rested. Miss you!
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