Dear brain,
When I told you I wanted to dream about my writing, I was not asking you to send me a whole other story to write; I wanted help with what I’m currently working in.
No love,
Me
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Day: February 2, 2014
Writing retreat weekend in progress
Packing for the writing retreat. This year’s necessaries: yoga mat & teapot.
This year we spent our retreat at my parents house because it was a) empty and b) free.
Food discussed (pinterest purused). Food eaten (after much delay). Publishing industry discussed.
More food purchased (Fresh!).
Slept (my first time with puppy in bed). Woken (puppies have small bladders).
More food eaten (Fresh muffins are good).
Writing discussed. Writing pondered. Writing stared at. Writing done? Possibly.
Food prepared (Steph makes a yummy marinara). Food eaten.
Writing pondered. Writing discussed. Writing read about. Writing done? Maybe.
Now time for more food preparation.
Looking up recipes for fancy food our families would not eat.
Making fancy dinner. Mmmm….
My Christmas presents from Steph made for fun retreat time in the morning once I realized I was never going to actually write again.
Just before leaving, Steph came over to my house to visit Nick and the kids and we finally got a picture together.
