The WXR Tribe – How Introverted Writers Turned Into Social Butterflies

I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again: writing retreats are the bee’s knees. Especially retreats organized on as professionally high a level as the Writing Excuses cruises.

You have almost no choice but to level up in your writing game by the end of a week of workshops, critique and guided writing sessions, dinners with famous authors and one-on-one Q-&-A opportunities. (More on all crafty cruise capers in the next post!)

But improving the craft isn’t the only way a writer may level up during such a retreat. There is another, more personal component than even our own writing, that adds to the magic of writing retreats. Continue reading “The WXR Tribe – How Introverted Writers Turned Into Social Butterflies”

The Cruise Ship Paradox

I realized something yesterday: all my writing retreats have been on or near the water.

Baveno on the Lago Maggiore in Italy, Lake Temagami in Canada, the Chiemsee in Bavaria. And now the Baltic Sea. Those weren’t conscious choices, they just sort of happened that way.

Large bodies of water have something magical about them. They’re calming, hypnotizing and meditative, and they invite you to sink deep into the depths of your own mind and imagination.

In other words, ideal for writing. Continue reading “The Cruise Ship Paradox”

Writing Excuses Cruise Countdown: 2 Days…

Writing retreats are the best.

Hanging out in awesome locations with other writers, writing, chatting about books and the craft and whatever else fuels our imagination… The. Best.

It does wonders for the motivation, creativity and imagination of everyone involved. It creates an almost tangible aura of collective energy and creativity, and you can’t wait to get your fingers on a keyboard and start typing along with everybody else.

If you’re ever caught in the deep, dark hole of writer’s block, a writing retreat is the best thing to pull you out of it.

And this one’s going to be a doozy. Continue reading “Writing Excuses Cruise Countdown: 2 Days…”

Timeline of the Surge – The First Night

The New Year’s fireworks tore Sammy out of his nightmare; there’d been a monster under his bed. It had been black and slimy, with a muzzle that hid three rows of curved, white fangs, and it had wanted to eat him.

Sammy snuggled closer into his pillows, clutching his fluffy Pooh Bear to his skinny chest. He thought about calling out for his mommy, but the dream’s fright was already fading. The popping, crackling noises the monster had made were those of the distant fireworks outside his window – not from underneath his bed. That meant he’d been dreaming and the monster wasn’t real.

It had just been a dream. Continue reading “Timeline of the Surge – The First Night”