Childcare. Eldercare. Elder-dog care. Day job. Housework. I am rich in to-do lists. Writing gets done but too often it gets done in the margins* of the rest of my life.
I would like to toss a few clothes in a bag and escape with my thoughts, my laptop, and my notebook to some blissful spot where all I had to do was write. And maybe sip cool drinks and nibble nice things to eat and tour the ancient streets of some cultural mecca or the geysirs and waterfalls of Iceland in the company of fellow writers. And listen to craft workshops and…
Well, not this year. But I did get to write about some writers retreats for The Washington Post, and you can read it here.
*You can actually get a lot done in the margins if you try.
