Writing Retreat 2024: The End

I went for a bike ride today, and got a cou­ple of panora­mas: one of the hill­side to the north (above) and an inter­est­ing tree along the trail (below).

Then I cleaned up the cab­in, packed, and head­ed home.

So how’d I do?

I delib­er­ate­ly did­n’t set myself any goals this year. I took my bike, my lap­top, my cam­eras, and a bunch of books; this, I decid­ed, would be a vaca­tion vaca­tion, not—as it’s kind of turned into over the years—a work­ing vacation.

I read Rules for a Knight by Ethan Hawke, a book I did­n’t know exist­ed until Corey Redekop post­ed about find­ing it at a used book store; I read Anni­hi­la­tor by Grant Mor­ri­son and Fraz­er Irv­ing; and I read about ⅔ of Kurt Von­negut’s Blue­beard^[1]And once this is post­ed, I’m prob­a­bly going read some more.. I wrote about 3000 new words, I think, in my “derelict star­ship” sto­ry. Since the cab­in own­er have Dis­ney+, I watched a sea­son of The Man­dalo­ri­an. I took a lot of photos.

It occurred to me, ear­li­er today, that this “writ­ing” retreat was real­ly about 65% pho­tog­ra­phy by weight, and I’m OK with that. Should I call it a “pho­tog­ra­phy retreat”? An “art retreat”? Maybe, but I’m not going to. I’m the one writ­ing these posts, after all, and I’ll title them as I see fit.

Good night, and good luck.

Inter­est­ed in prints of my pho­tos? Let me know, and we can work some­thing out.