So I’m back from my weekend writing retreat up on Harstine Island (on Puget Sound) where I enjoyed a wonderful, productive time in the company of several talented women writers.
I completed the first draft of a new short story (which is exciting, given that my short story output has been less than nil lately), and also got much good work done on THE WARLOCK’S CURSE. In particular, I fixed the prologue. I can’t say it’s perfect, and I can’t promise that anyone else but me will actually like it, but at least it’s not an embarrassment now. The fact that the prologue sucked has been really hindering me from getting my head into the rest of the book, so getting past that was a big accomplishment.
I also walked a lot, and it snowed. I collected many many rocks. And I saw a dead bird, and I learned that herons, despite being very stately, lovely, and graceful, make a godawful noise when they decide to speak.
Here is a gallery of pretty pictures you can look at.
