Writers' Retreat

Off to one tomorrow. It's an Arvon course, in Shropshire.

Hardly anyone's gonna be there. Just me and a few strangers.

At the time I booked it, it seemed perfect but now I'm really looking forward to it. Actually a little bit frightened. Dunno why. I think it's the fact that there's going to be no internet and limited mobile phone access. Feels weird. Like I'm withdrawing already.

There'll be nothing to do. Except think and write...

I guess that's the point really... Actually, deep down I'm glad I'm going as I haven't written anything for a few weeks as I've been in a bit of a funk, wondering why my life is nothing like Frieda Kahlo's (not the accident bit and the polio, just the exciting parts. Just chatted to my friend and she says this is possible. it's all about a state of mind)

Anyway, I'm hoping this'll be the kick start I need to propel me towards finishing all my writing goals by the end of the year.

Oh, they say to bring waterproof footwear and a torch. What for? The nearest I have to outdoor wear are Ugg boots and they ain't exactly versatile. I'm hoping I'll be able to skip that activity...

Seriously, I really don't own any waterproof footwear. I asked my brother and he doesn't either. I'll have to nip down the highstreet tomorrow and get a pair of fashion wellies.

Anyway, I've decided to keep a diary about the week and will upload when I'm back.