A few of us writers had a weekend getaway at Frontier Camp’s “Fossil Creek” a few miles outside of Crockett, Texas. I haven’t had so much fun in a long time. Don’t get me wrong–we each got a lot of work done. But we also got a lot of laughing done too. There’s nothing better than spending time in a close group of like-minded nuts who get you.
For instance, one morning, Lisa kept us riveted with a vivid account of a dream she’d had, and just after she described a particularly frustrating scene, Anthea asked, “And how did that make you feel?”
I’m sorry to all the psychologists out there, but that was such a writer question.
We all understood when another, deep in concentration, would giggle at her computer screen. We were patient with each other when one just had to share what she’d just written or asked for editing help–or had to respond to a phone that had some of the most hilarious ring tones and text alerts I’ve ever heard.
We stayed in a cabin that had nothing in it but bunk beds and a bathroom (and I do mean nothing–not even a chair), but we worked in this building. Our little cubby hole was toward that far right pillar. We had access to the balcony and could sit and write with the wind blowing through our hair and the sun sparkling on the water of a man-made pond. And we did write outside. Often. It’s winter in Texas and the temperature reached up to 76 degrees.
I’m amazed how much I got done despite how much we clowned around, how rested I felt despite the hours I kept. How relaxed I was after coming home from a working weekend away.
Can’t wait to do it again next year!