I’m attending a writers’ retreat at Mt. Washington, a year round family resort located on the eastern edge of the Vancouver Island Ranges of B.C. We are sixteen miles from the Comox Valley.
Our group consists of eight authors, all of us writing in different genres. In the summer one can choose mountain biking, chair lifts or hiking trails. But we are oblivious to what is happening outside, as we are immersed in creating our own fictional worlds.
This week my challenge is coping with computer issues. Arrgh! It’s one thing to work hard, but then to have writing evaporate is a level of annoyance/frustration/anger that is truly off the map.
I’m making an effort to re-balance and breathe, breathe. Breathing is the name of the game. I’ll roll out my yoga mat this afternoon.
I arrived with an old horseshoe that I found at home, but even that symbol of good luck hasn’t helped. But maybe on some level it has assisted. Who knows?
What have I learned this week?
I’m tough and I don’t give up. Onwards into a fresh day! The fog is lifting.
May the writing gods smile upon me.