I am writing this post from the Oregon coast, where I have arrived to participate in the Astoria Writers' Retreat. Just this afternoon I left behind sunny 85-degree Portland for this chilly, coastal town. I will spend three days here and I hope to finish four short stories and make substantial progress on my novel. Yes, apparently I write more than just frivolous blog posts.
I am attending the retreat with my posh friend and fellow writer, Albert William. Our reasons for attending the retreat can be summed up in the following:
1. Get the hell out of the city for a weekend
2. Write without the interruptions of our daily lives
3. Meet other writers and creative people
4. Get critical feedback on our work
5. Get shit done!
|My life for the next three days|
Of course, no retreat would be complete with the element essential to all writing. No, I'm not talking about creativity, I'm talking about booze.
|Aperol: my liquor of choice second only to Campari|