I’m away at a writers’ retreat this weekend. And, just as I suspected, we’re having crazy fun.
This is a fantastic group of women.
We’re not all the same age. (We range from 18 to MYOB.)
We’re not all the same religion.
We’re don’t all have the same hair color. (Some of us don’t even remember the original color. Others don’t want to.)
What we have in common is that we’re all writers. Romance writers. (The best kind is the HEA–happily ever after–kind.) We love a great story. And very few of us can tell you our names in less than a page-and-a-half.
Last night, we had a delicious meal, then came back to the suite to just chat, and ended up talking about our writing histories. (Go figure.) Roughly half of us are published. Some of us have even confessed for money.
The unpubbed women were so much fun to listen to as they talked about their WIPs. (Works In Progress.)
The one thing these women have in common, besides being writers?
They’re all so very passionate–
- about telling a great story.
- about learning whenever and whatever they can.
- about supporting each other.
From the woman just beginning to our master, Rita winner (80 books and counting) we’re a lift each other up, cheer each other on, lend a hand when we can and cry with you if we can’t crew.
And just to be very honest, we never retreat.