In the long lull of no blog entries before my recent NaNo confession, I wasn’t twiddling my thumbs. Honest. Story One has been on submission with publishers and I’d been further-tuning that first draft of Story Two, to send it to Lovely CP for feedback. Fingers have been on keys, mind has been off the submission cycle.
But I’ve also had a real treat. I booked onto
BookCamp, a writing retreat in Somerset, run by writer Cesca Major. I had four
days away, being a grown up, in a beautiful barn conversion, where I was fed by
someone else (aahhmmaaggaahhdd bliss!), connecting with other writers, in this
case -coincidentally- all Romance writers. There were published authors there; a
couple who I already knew and others who it was a pleasure to get to know, and then
two of us who are unpublished but who everyone was really generous to with
their advice, as they’d all been in the same position at some point.
I went without anything specific to write,
where others were working towards a daily word count on their WIPs. What I got was some
thinking space to consider various ideas of what to write next. I also got
views on the genre and industry and other writers’ experiences of publishing.
It was a fab week and one I’d like to do again if possible (not least for the
wine-charged chatter in the hot-tub or dinnertime stories/intrigue) and
certainly one I’d recommend.
Further details on BookCamp can be found on Twitter
(* The cake is Cesca's teatime Triple chocolate Malteser cake, which jacks you up and spawns words from your fingers like you wouldn't believe. I was tripping on the sugar for days... Photo credit and cakery thanks to Cesca Major.)