I am in Tassie. My first ever trip to the Apple Isle. It looks gorgeous, but I haven't come for sightseeing.
I am here on a writing retreat - along with Denis, Lloyd and Mel.
Tonight, we are setting goals. But first, odd things I have learned about my writing mates on day one.
Denis has a pink camera. Okay, not such a surprise.
He also a snuggle blanket. It's brown and he looks like Obi-wan-kinobi.
It's a little scary.
Lloyd eats Heinz frozen peas and corn for snack. Hmmm... and he is denying himself internet access in pursuit of a higher artistic calling.
Mel has an extremely cool tattoo on her back - no I mean her whole back - she is a girl with a dragon tattoo.
I am jealous - but, don't worry. My nose ring is enough.
Okay, now for the goals.
I need to do at least five scenes - each two thousand words. So, that's five days of writing.
two twenty four page comic strips and settle on all the character's names, backgrounds and an outline for where it is going (the latter is the easy part, apparently).
first child free week in ... actually, she can't remember, but maybe eight years. She is working on a short story, the whole rule of thirteen (to have thirteen pieces out in the market at any given time), and a feature outline for screen writing.
I have reached a crisis point. Do I try to edit little bits and produce a patched together attempt at a novel, or take it on the chin and go for broke - like completely re-write the damn thing. I have passed the nervous breakdown stage and now I am trying to really, really brave.
This is no picnic folks - it is a writing week.