"I think that we're all mentally ill. Those of us outside the asylums only hide it a little better - and maybe not all that much better after all." -- Stephen King
Writing Retreat at Colonyhouse
10/19/2011 19:53
If this isn’t inspiration, then what is?
A view of the ocean at Rockaway Beach, OR. The sun is setting the mist rolling in. The waves crashing and wiping the sandy slate clean on the beach. All wonderful ingredients to get the creative juices flowing – a writer’s battery charger.
A day at Colonyhouse, owned by Oregon Writer’s Colony (OWC): shower, coffee and breakfast followed by a walk along the beach. Feeling revitalized our little band of seven scatters for quiet writing time. Me in my basement cave; a couple on the porch on the ocean-side of the house; a couple more at the dining table and maybe one or two at the house next door.
After lunch we gather in the common room for a workshop; the first day we spent the entire afternoon learning about character journey, character arc, creating dynamic story people and values and conflict. Great discussion ensues among the group. Informative handouts and a visually pleasing PowerPoint presentation were effective components of the session. Thanks to our FuGu – Lori L. Lake.
With the session over and exciting and supportive discussion buzzing through the house, we all gather around the table for the evening meal. Laughter, intense dialogue and storytelling wax and wane. By 10 or 11 p.m. I’m ready to retreat to my cave in the basement and work on my current story revision or plotting for my NaNoWriMo story. Around midnight I crawl into bed ready to sleep and dream about what exciting adventures the ‘morrow will bring.
Write on!
A view of the ocean at Rockaway Beach, OR. The sun is setting the mist rolling in. The waves crashing and wiping the sandy slate clean on the beach. All wonderful ingredients to get the creative juices flowing – a writer’s battery charger.
A day at Colonyhouse, owned by Oregon Writer’s Colony (OWC): shower, coffee and breakfast followed by a walk along the beach. Feeling revitalized our little band of seven scatters for quiet writing time. Me in my basement cave; a couple on the porch on the ocean-side of the house; a couple more at the dining table and maybe one or two at the house next door.
After lunch we gather in the common room for a workshop; the first day we spent the entire afternoon learning about character journey, character arc, creating dynamic story people and values and conflict. Great discussion ensues among the group. Informative handouts and a visually pleasing PowerPoint presentation were effective components of the session. Thanks to our FuGu – Lori L. Lake.
With the session over and exciting and supportive discussion buzzing through the house, we all gather around the table for the evening meal. Laughter, intense dialogue and storytelling wax and wane. By 10 or 11 p.m. I’m ready to retreat to my cave in the basement and work on my current story revision or plotting for my NaNoWriMo story. Around midnight I crawl into bed ready to sleep and dream about what exciting adventures the ‘morrow will bring.
Write on!