NANOWRIMO, are you there?
One hundred and thirty-two days.
Memorial Weekend...The weather will be gorgeous. I wish I were at the Writers Retreat Workshop in Erlanger, Kentucky at the Marydale Center for the next ten days, but I am not. I will have to pretend I'm there, writing, resting, learning, drinking (did I write that?), hob-nobing with published authors, agents, publishers, and other wizards of the publishing world.
I will just have to hunker down with "Even Cowgirls Get The Blues" and in-between social engagements and picking snow peas, maybe, just maybe, get some writing done.
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Life intrudes, doesn't it? I find I have to steal time in order to write. Getting up at 3:00 a.m. on the weekends is one way but I don't recommend it.
Snow peas are tasty nonetheless.
You and me both, Rick.
I'm missing this year at WRW. I tried setting up some cheeze slices and poured some wine into some plastic cups - just to make it seem more like Erlanger - but the dog ate the cheeze before I could get to it. At least I had the wine. Sigh.
Have at it!
--Dennis B.
Oh, my. I'm missing Kentucky, too...sniff, sniff. Tell me you didn't make caramels and mail them to the retreat house. Please. Lorin, Brenda, Roman, Jason...the whole gang. Wish I could see them all, but those caramels top everything.
Sorry Austin, but I did. Take heart though. The batch with pecans is a bit hard and the no nut batch is a month old, so it's not as fresh as previous batches. Let me know when the world tour heads south.
Dennis...the Ripple does wonders for the writing.
Paul...Is there a 3 a.m.? 118 snow peas picked yesterday before trotting off to score grade school persuasion papers from NJ. 103 snow peas this morning. Eating good now!
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