That would be me. Yep, here I am in the most amazing little AirBnB, ready to edit my manuscript and knock out the second draft, aaaaannnd I have nothing to write with. The best part of this situation is I went over to the store on the corner and got my retreat necessities for the express reason of getting a pen, but I forgot.

At least I have my laptop, my current notes and two bath soaks. I'm set for a relaxing time eating my preferred foods my preferred way. (Okay, I'm a little weird about food. I love eating sandwiches, but am not a big fan of bread. That means most of my meals are deconstructed finger foodstuffs. It drives my roommate crazy because deconstructed sandwiches can be a messy business.)

I don't strictly need a pen this retreat. I want one. I can't believe I made it here, got settled in and have nothing to write with. I am a list maker. I set goals. I check them off. Now I'm going to have to keep up with my goals using Notes in my phone. It's not a bad way to do it. It's just not preferred.

None of it matters! All that matters is I FINALLY DID IT! I finally took myself on the solo writing retreat I've wanted for the last 15 years. I am alone. I am writing. I don't have to worry about anyone or anything else. Just me and my words.

THIS IS AMAZING!

Next up is solo travel outside the state (or States). Never done it, and am ready. Some context: my former partner and I were together for 20 years. We are both anxious people. Suffice it to say we managed to scare each other into never pursuing our dreams. But not today! Today (and for the next 5 days) a dream comes true.

What dreams are you achieving?

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I teach blogging, expressive writing for traumatic release and recovery and host generative writing sessions at the Center for Creative Writing. Write with me!