Starting To Feel Human Again
Blindsided with a raging case of bronchitis complete with fever! What a lousy way to end a great trip! Today is the first day I’ve actually had energy since Saturday. I’m fortunate that my kids and hubby are self-sufficient. I went straight to bed from the airport on Sunday and have spent most of my time there since. At one point, I actually went 36 hours w/o checking email or even giving a thought to a computer. Then when I did, I only half remember some of the emails I read. So, um if you emailed me and I haven’t returned it by now? It was lost during the delirium. Resend please.
So, to catch up: The retreat was great. I needed a change of scenery to get back on track with this L.O.S.T. book. I needed to focus and hone my hero, which I did in spades. Shelley and Sylvia were great help as we walked the lake. I also found a song that epitomizes him. I’ll share that later.
I also tweaked my para trilogy proposal that my agent is going wide with this week. It occurred to me this morning that we’ve never gone wide with anything of mine. It’s scary, thrilling and nerve-wracking all at the same time, but I am excited and hopeful an editor will fall madly in love with my characters and their plight and rush to pick up the series. It deserves a good home. It has to sell. I want to tell this story.
Another highlight of the trip was meeting the delightful Bonnie H, a reader and a writer who is going to get her ass in gear and get her work out there. Right, Bonnie???? She was a breath of fresh air on a muggy day, and I wish I had felt better when we met her. By the time Lauren Dane popped in Saturday night, I was pretty much out of it. I did come out of my cave to say hello, and stir up some stuff before going back to bed. J Lord only knows what she must think of me. I hope she considers the fact I was on drugs, in pain, and fever laden before she answers someone who asks her, “So what did you think of that Tabke chick?”
I have to admit, for six women with six different personalities and varying diet requirements and sleeping requirements and temperature requirements and noise level requirements (see where I’m going with this?) we did ok. Beth took charge as mommy, and I’m glad she did. She was the bestest mom. The bestest mom at a personal sacrifice to herself. She was the driver, and as such had to make all of the trips, even the 5 a.m. run to the airport Sunday morning, then back for the rest of us. I need to send Beth some flowers. She was a trooper.
All in all, a great time. The retreat served all of it’s intended purpose for me: I came up with a fresh approach to my story, got to hang with like minds, and learned a few new tricks.
Now? I need to put this nose to the grindstone and get writing. My Nov 1 deadline is fast approaching.
What deadlines do you have looming and how close are you to meeting them??