Well, in about ten minutes, I’ll be heading to the airport. My experience at Ucross has been wonderful. The accommodations were perfectly suited to my needs and the food was excellent. My co-colonists were an inspiring cluster of writers, visual artists, film makers and musicians. Art was in the air and I breathed it all in.
The retreat lasted 28 days, but when you subtract the Thanksgiving holiday (and my birthday) let’s say it was 24 days. Then I caught the flu, so that took it down to say, 21. I got a lot done in those days. By a lot I mean word count, but also I got a lot done in that I figured out some important questions having to do with my book. I put a lot of new pages in, but I took a lot of pages out. I’m leaving feeling satisfied, but also eager to keep working.
I think I have to face the fact that a novel takes on long time to write. As much as I complain about NaNoWriMo, I understand the fantasy of having a book done by Christmas. It’s what happens when you don’t want to write, as much as you want to have written. This month out here in prairie has helped me remember what’s important, what I love about what I do. Being out here has helped me here my own voice again. So I am grateful. #blessed.