Hear that? I can’t either

The thing I notice most about our house now the retreat is over and all our friends are gone is the silence. No more clatter of Nicole’s keyboard, no more of Donna’s infectious laugh or Matthew’s polite comments, or Trudi and Paul’s humour.

What a great retreat it was. I’m re-enthused about writing, as is Kylie. Two weeks of fun with great friends, getting all creative, going for outings, laughing at each other – and ourselves – and sharing our writing. Eating, drinking, eating and writing. And eating. There’s enough leftover food here for Kylie and I to survive a month, particularly if we like fudge.

So I’ve got this manuscript. It’s about the 30th draft, more polished than anything I’ve ever written. It has tension, a bunch of interesting characters, a cool world and a novel-sized premise. But aarrgh! it’s still missing something. So everybody has to come back and listen to me read it out loud.

Sigh.

I have to wait until next year. Only 50 weeks to go…

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