lovingeveryminute ...is reclaiming my writing nest!
Got some good work done, but not nearly as much as I wanted to accomplish. Big, beautiful cabin . . . with freaking, stupid sporadic Internet. Aauuughhhh!!!
My plans had been to spend at least an hour a day in research and study, but both require access to the Internet. Instead of getting my work done, I was forced to
-spend- no,WASTE! several hours every day doing everything I could to get online. SO frustrating!!!
Also, I had to sleep on my air mattress. Again. I’m not so belligerent as to insist on a bed when certain prissy little divas are whining that they cannot possibly sleep comfortably unless they are in a proper bed. I do know how to suck it up and just have fun, but it was especially hard to deal with this time.
I chose a place to sleep upon arrival and the lady I’d driven up with left the room, presumably to go find herself a bed, but when I went back in to the table to sign up for half the king bed with the beautiful quilt, this same so-called friend (who is, unfortunately, one of the annual whining divas) said, “Oh, you know what-I just claimed that bed. Too bad.” But she had not claimed the bed. What she had done was to RUN to get in line ahead of me. •°•don’t slap her, don’t slap her! don’t rip those false eyelashes right off her face and don’t yank her fake ponytail out. just let it go. just bed down on the comfy air mattress again and let it go•°• Fine.
I think they should require the attendees to take turns each year with who sleeps on beds. Except, of course, anyone with ACTUAL health problems or advanced age should get to sleep on beds when they are able to attend. Either that or they should charge the floor-sleepers less than the bed sleepers. We are really not getting the same retreat.
The food’s pretty good, but we do still have to cook and clean, just like when we’re at home. And instead of just putting food out for a while so everyone can take their own breaks from writing, the “leaders” of this retreat have been ringing a dinner bell and making everyone stop when they decide it’s time to eat. Several of those times are five minutes after I FINALLY get online, so it hasn’t been all that fun.
Yes, I wish I had had a better time, and I’ll be glad to get back home tomorrow, even if it is 110° outside. I’d like to tell my Dearest all about it, but he would probably consider it a huge waste of time and money to have sent me up here.
If they have the retreat at this same place next year, I’m not coming. It’s not worth the frustration. I expected to get 2,000 or more words added to my manuscript, but I only ended up with 157. I did get some major re-structuring done, though, so it wasn’t a total loss.
Cheerful Update: I did tell the Dearest about the above frustrations (and a couple more), and HE said that next year, he will take me on our own retreat. We’ll go camping in the woods, near our favorite stream, and he can fish in the daytime while I’m writing, then we can eat trout for dinner and enjoy the evenings together. Just a couple days will be plenty (especially if there’s no Internet or phone service). I’m looking forward to it already! :)