I’m with my writer buds on our twice yearly retreat to the beautiful Weymouth Center for the Arts, where writers are allowed to come and work for free. Margaret Maron’s missing because of her accident (and we’re missing her!), but the rest of us–Mary Kay Andrews, Katy Munger, Sarah Shaber, Alexandra Sokoloff, Brenda Witchger and me–are having a great work week. I’m plotting my next book, tentatively titled The Waif. Of course we’re eating too much and talking a bunch, but we haven’t played a single game so far this week, which makes it clear that Margaret is the game instigator. I’m more than willing, but apparently I’m with a bunch of people who are even bigger workaholics than I am.
Today was so beautiful, though, I had to take a long walk around the grounds. The loblolly and long leaf pines are so magnificent and it’s peaceful and the gardens smell incredible. I intended to walk for ten minutes but they turned into sixty. It was lovely.
We all seem to be in the plotting stages of a book, so we’ve got our giant grids set up in around on them. We meet morning and evening to brainstorm whatever plot problems we’re having and, well, eat again. Yesterday, the local bookstore put on a great event here at the mansion where all of us spoke on a panel. The organizer somehow knew about our love of M and M peanuts and gave us three giant bags of them, along with a huge tray of cookies. Today one of the audience members brought us a container of home made rugelach, which we devoured. So we are being well taken care of!
I’m off to do a little more work before bed. I miss John and the pups, but this is an amazing way to work.