It's funny. I wrote an opening sentence for this post and quickly realized I had to tone it down. More and more, I'm discovering that many of you are quietly routing for me, and if I express notched-up excitement you might assume I'm ready to announce that I've signed with an agent.
I love that! But I don't want to ramp your excitement up the wrong alleyway. So let me preface this by saying--no. This isn't that kind of squeal.
But it's an awfully big squeal nevertheless!
Because in a few hours, I'm heading out with Mr. A for an all-weekend Personal Writing Retreat With Fun Husband Time Thrown In.
For almost a year, I've been mooning over a particular hotel nearby. Something about it screams "writer retreat!" It's your basic, find-them-anywhere chain hotel, but it's brand new and has a character that you don't normally find in this sort of place. (You know what I mean. They all look the same, right?)
Anyway, for whatever reason (most likely our impending tax return), Mr. A decided he wanted to offer me a weekend to dig into my writing. And of course he's coming with me. First of all, we do a lot of editing work together on my stories. Second of all--well, he's my husband. We might find a minute or two for romance.
Life's been an unusual sort of busy lately. Not in a bad way, but enough to make me feel sort of...fractured. Like the windshield of my VW Bug when I drove it into a tree. So he's sweeping me away to a lovely hotel with free WIFI for two days and two nights of literary bliss.
I'm mildly excited.
So that's my weekend! And Monday will bring yet another Secret Agent contest, so I'll be jumping right back in.
Weee! May your weekend bring its own special blessings.