After a long hard year of family illness, then December death, my writing sucked. I was halted, blocked, totally drained.
Then a church friend invited me to a writer’s retreat. She said the idea just popped into her head to ask me to go with her. Divine Intervention? Definitely.
So off we went to southern Arkansas to a great bed and breakfast called Mountain Thyme owned my Rhonda and Mike Hicks. (Rhonda, I didn’t get a snow photo. Send me one and I’ll post it.) Annette Smith led this retreat that I will never forget.
There were about a half-dozen of us, in all stages of our writing exploration. Anette led us through some quick timed writing exercises, gently guiding us into digging deeper into our work.
And the block was broken!
