This time, they got to make the trek to the metropolis of London, Ontario. The plan was simple: write during the day, socialize at night. Except we seemed to socialize throughout.
This is the word count:
Eileen — 3000 words (and officially the winner)
Ryan – 2300 words (not the winner, but not the loser)
Bev – 0 words (considered the loser)
This whole writing retreat idea is still in its infancy for us, so at least getting some words down was a plus. My problem was that I had been in editing mode for so long (3 months) that I shouldn’t have waited until this weekend to try to switch into writing mode. AND THE DAMN SCREEN KEPT BLINKING AT ME. Taunting me.
The weekend was a good time — I’ll miss my writing friends. During these get togethers I get to be a writer: debauchery, fist fights, larceny, booze and blackmail. Who wouldn’t want to live that life?
We went to North restaurant for some drinks on Thursday (seriously, how can anyone screw up a rum and coke — twice!). Friday night we went to the Tasting Room. I tried a couple sips of wine…then gave the rest to Bev (she’s a lush).
Saturday night ended up being a chocolate, ice cream, wine, and junk food night as we lamented about writing. Seems that I’m a girl afterall. Damn it. I’m finally a chick and there wasn’t one pillow fight to be had!
Sunday…well, Sunday Bev went to visit a friend (ahem) leaving Eileen and I to fend for ourselves. That entailed no booze (my gut couldn’t take anymore!) and chinese food, and a few episodes of Dextor.
Though I didn’t get a lot accomplished (though I did get feedback on the Nameless) it was still a great weekend. Really nice having writerly types around.
Our next gathering will actually only be a month from now at the World Fantasy Convention in New York.