I feel wickedly self-indulgent. I’m leaving this morning for a writer’s retreat in the North Georgia mountains. I’ve been to numerous conferences, but I’ve never been to a retreat like this. For three days I’ll get up and spend the day writing and then at night we’ll all get together for dinner to discuss our progress for the day and kick around ideas. Doesn’t that sound heavenly? Even though I’m going to work, and I expect to get a lot done, I feel guilty. I think it’s because I’m playing hooky from my real world and all my responsibilities. Guilty or not, I’m ready to go. :rolleyes:
Jen
