I Didn't Write...
And I'm glad...
On the heels of turning in my first round of revisions for my latest book (lopping 20k words off that sucker and completely reorganizing the first third) I got out of town for a long planned trip to Williamsburg, VA, the home of Colonial Williamsburg, and my alma mater, College of William & Mary. It was a wonderful opportunity to catch up with one of my best friends from college and his spouse, and spend some time in our old haunts.
Although I’ve been back to W&M on multiple occasions since I graduated, this was the first time I actually stayed in one of Colonial Williamsburg’s period homes—
This was also one of the first multi-day breaks I’ve had from writing in a while.
Although I knocked out some work when we had to do one overnight in Washington DC, I spent the next three days not writing at all, and mostly not even thinking about writing. That was a rarity for me before I retired, and even less so now, when every week, all week, is focused on writing.
It was also interesting to spend time in and around W&M where so much of my formative writing experiences took place. I was steeped in creative writing when I was an undergraduate at W&M, or at least I was steeped in the idea of becoming a writer, and still have a folder of some of the earliest stories I penned while there, including a whole novella, and half dozen other book ideas that never got further than some cryptic notes.
To some extent, this weekend felt like coming full circle; I graduated and left W&M hoping to be a novelist one day, and now I am.
Again, it was all in all a good trip, and a welcome respite, capped off by the Grand Illumination fireworks show—
One last business of this week. After I returned from my trip, I was greeted with the following news—
FWIW, this news doesn’t surprise me all that much…
As always, feel free to—