The last few years have been a magical learning experience for me in terms of writing and one of the most influential factors has been receiving regular, honest feedback on my work. I didn’t plan to join a writing group and I was highly dubious about doing so, but it was the best thing I could have done. Two years on from my solitary writing retreat in Devon, I find myself preparing for a retreat with my writing group: seven writers, a case of wine and a cottage by the sea. I’m very excited.
I’m unlikely to ever book the kind of retreat where you spend a week with strangers; I’d find the stress counterproductive. But this is exactly the have-your-cake-and-eat-it kind of opportunity I need: all the benefits of a group retreat without having to worry about whether or not I’ll get on with the other writers.
I still have such a long way to go, so much of my writing self to explore, but I feel like I’m well on track now. As I polish up a new set of writing holiday goals, I feel optimistic and focused. The next leg of the journey is nigh.
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