The WRW DC retreat was a wonderful weekend, I'm still buzzing with all that I enjoyed and the new friends from this retreat.
People who know me might not understand how close I was to calling this whole trip off. Sure, I'd been a member of WRW many years ago. But 2 decades after allowing my membership to lapse, and all the history (both good and bad) I've experienced since moving to New York, made me frightened of facing my old friends again. What if they chose not to recognize me? What if they weren't happy that I hadn't published again after such a promising start?
In the end, I got in the car. I knew I didn't have a choice: Himself would pick me up and toss me in if I tried to quit (that's the great thing about having a husband who knows you after 30 years).
And yes, I had a wonderful time. I even decided to start a fresh blog for my writing. Here it is! Next stop: Titles, and how to pick'em.
