A couple weeks ago, a writer I’m friendly with asked in passing if I’d finished revising my novel. I told her that I felt like the rewrite wouldn’t happen until I moved to a desert island. Until that point, there would be distractions: carpool, laundry, cooking, deadlines on other writing projects…and more carpool.
Moving to the desert island is no escape
It kinda got me down.
My writer friend suggested that I apply for a writing retreat. Not quite a desert island, but close enough. Continue reading