Sleepless in Seattle, Sleepy in Australia
Oh lord. Make them stop.
I am struggling to keep awake. I don’t think I can do much else tonight apart from checking what’s new on Twitter, reading another chapter of Janet Evanovich, and then snuggling into my husband’s neck, breathing him in like a drug, and sleeping till the dawn.
Sleepless in Seattle is on, and I just can’t take the mush anymore. How did all of us get so suckered in when it was first released? It’s sentimentalism caked in mush, topped with soppiness. Or have I shrivelled into a calloused, bitter old thing over time? Have all our palettes gone all sophisticated? Will we look back on the romances of today in 20 years’ time, and snort with derision?
Probably.
Anyhoo – writing group tomorrow, and I think one of the writers will be giving a short presentation on her recent experience at a writers retreat. And then hopefully I can knuckle down and actually get some work done.
Dream holiday: writers retreat
Was just chatting to a girlfriend online, when the idea of us running off to a writers retreat came up. (She’s into theatre professionally and is just one of the most brilliant people I know in real life. Just sitting at her feet to see her poring over a script would be a treat in itself.)
Anyhoo, I did a quick google, not expecting anything at all, when I chanced upon the Olvar Wood Writers Retreat and lost my heart completely.
- Wireless internet access on most of the grounds – check
- Fully-equipped kitchen – check
- Library for research – check
- Stuck in the bush so you can have a quiet weekend of mad writing – check
- Complimentary on-site editorial and critiqueing service – bonus! (they keep saying “complementary editorial” when they mean “complimentary editorial”, but hey. It’s still nice to have someone VOLUNTEER to read your work and tell you what they think!)
It’s an hour away from Brisbane and rates start from $350, although if you just want to be left the hell alone so you can write freely without feeling watched, then rates start from $550. HOW COOL IS THAT!
Either I start saving now, or I aim to be one of those editorial chicks when I retire. WHO’S WITH ME?! (Nobody at this stage, because blog is still shiny and no one is listening. Yet.)
