Write, write, write.
Just how much would you get done if you had unlimited time to write. I pretty well found out this weekend. I was at Toddhall Retreat Center (see photos) for an unstructured writing retreat. I am going to be so productive!
Before leaving town I finished a very rough draft of my latest Abdo book. Once I got to Toddhall, time to decompress. I listened to two hours of my audio book and several WriteOnCon podcasts and videos while knitting.
I rewrote and cleaned up a synopsis and a query letter for Puke-ology. I also reworked my proposal for a series. All are ready to edit on paper. Woo-hoo!
Still not sure how to proceed on the mystery, I decided to put that off until Sunday.
I finally sat down and made myself write 800 words on the mystery. It was not pretty. But I wrote a bit more.
This weekend really proved to me that I am not entirely a pantser. If I don’t know where I am going, progress comes to a halt. If I know or even if I have a vague clue, like with the nonfiction, I make good progress.
Will I do this again? Not right away. But I might try one of the study room at the library, somewhere close to home where I can write and not be distracted by the 7000 other things that need doing.