This weekend I'll be attending a writing retreat. My husband will be staying home with our dogs as I drive about an hour southwest. My local RWA chapter is putting this retreat on and, though I've been a member since 1989 or 1990, I've never gone. Also, because the membership constantly changes, I don't know very many of my fellow attendees. I'll actually be rooming with a complete stranger, which for me is going to be very strange.
As I knew I would, the closer it gets to the retreat, the more nervous I get. I've already come up with many reasons why I can't go - but I knew I'd do this, so I'm ignoring them. Truth is, I WANT to go. My muse needs recharging after finishing this last book, which was one of the most difficult to write on so many levels. I'm sort of looking forward to getting back to nature, socializing with other people (on a limited basis), and writing. I have a proposal due December 1st for a Harlequin Nocturne, plus I have this YA idea kicking around, as well as another fiction idea.
In theory, taking a writing retreat removes all distractions. No chores, no husband to entertain, no pets to take care of. Nothing but the paper and pen (or laptop or Alphasmart - I'm bringing all three). I don't know much about my fellow retreaters, but I'm eager to get to know them. Maybe make a new friend or two.
So, I'm counting down the days. I leave Friday afternoon. Wish me luck!