How a writing retreat becomes a writing life

Writing is work. And I’ve been working damned hard for a long time to realize that. I mean that verb, realize, in the transitive┬ásense: to bring into being, to make this my reality. So it’s always a bit artificial, really, to go on a “writing retreat,” because┬áthat makes it seem that I’m withdrawing from theContinue reading “How a writing retreat becomes a writing life”