My little cabin was as lovely as ever. It’s amazing to me how quickly I can get into the rhythm of solitary life. It didn’t feel like I was working a lot, but I did work a lot. It felt slower paced than the fall retreat, but I think it was because the work I was doing was less intense and took more thought.
Here’s what I did:
- re-read two chapter drafts (one rough, one with writing partner comments)
- made a list of what to fix on the Arc chapter
- made a list of what to fix on ER, but decided it needed major reorganization
- marked each section with a letter, revised outline a zillion times, moved all the text around to make it match my new outline
- filled in some blanks in the chapter
- checked some footnotes
My ER chapter draft (the final one I had to write) was done enough after the weekend, that I was able to clean it up enough to send to my writing partner this past week.
On this retreat I took a few longer breaks–a 90 minute hike up and down some big hills, and a lively dinner out with a friend. Those “reward” breaks motivated me to push through times when I was wanting to curl up with a book of fiction instead of a book of criticism, or with something written in the last decade rather than something written five centuries ago.
I’m beginning to think I need a writing retreat every weekend! (but maybe once a month will suffice)