A log cabin writers retreat…the words jumped out of my computer screen as if to say, “Do it!” The picture of the cabin drew me in. Spending a late autumn weekend in a cabin in my beloved native Wisconsin woods sounded like a great way to plot a storyline for the sequel to my new book.
By now the sun was quickly setting and I’d have to hurry if I didn’t want to be searching for a cabin in the Wisconsin woods in the dark. I raced into the store and scurried the electronics department. By then sleep deprivation had returned, and I could barely get the words out to a rather disinterested clerk that I needed a phone charger. Stumbling over my words, I explained I was sleep deprived from being up too late watching the World Series.
She gave me a blank stare and said she never watched sports. I picked out what I needed and as we walked to the cash register I said, “Here I am going to a writers retreat and I left my computer at home. What writer does that?” I received another blank stare. Something we always joke about at writing conferences popped into my mind. Remember, we aren’t the only ones in the hotel. The other guests are “normals.” At least I didn’t tell her I was coming to Wisconsin to plot how to kill someone off.
I Went to a Writing Retreat Without My Laptop and Survived by Pamela S. Meyers (Click to Tweet)
God taught me a lesson I should have known~ Pamela S. Meyers (Click to Tweet)
He will provide using whatever is available~ Pamela S. Meyers (Click to Tweet)