I treated myself to a writing session this morning, allowing myself to work on the sequel to "Dark Red". Part of that was that in conversations with others, I began seeing the book's primary antagonist. Mists parting, I began to see the novel's ending. Give me the beginning, end and characters, and I might be able to make a book out of it.
I met with two writer friends last night for dinner. The others weren't available, with one off on a writing retreat on the coast as a birthday present for himself.
Their company was invigorating. They were excited about my finished novel and enjoyed hearing about the process and the next steps. On my end, I was excited about their projects. One is co-writing a script about the wolf, Oregon 7. The other has a high school text book coming out. She's been invited to attend a very structured critique group and has decided to pursue that to help her jump back into fiction writing. The two of them are also collaborating on a children's book about wolves.
It was a great evening. We were supposed to be there one to two hours but that turned into four hours, four hours of discussing writing, books, movies, and our lives. One of them also invited me to use the house that she's renting. She rented it as a writing retreat in the mountains by the lake but noted that it's often empty, so I could use it for a retreat, if I wanted. It's a very tempting proposition to go up there into the wilderness and write like crazy for a few days....
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com