I know I haven’t been an A+ blogger lately.
I’m going to say that all this heat has baked my brain but, really, the truth is that I don’t have air conditioning in my office. Though I guess that’s kinda the same. Two sides of the same coin kinda bag. No matter, I’m sticking with it.
Sitting in one’s east-facing office, without any kind of cooling mechanism to speak of, in front of a heat-generating computer, with all of your hot-as-heck hard drives blowing heat in your already blotchy and red face isn’t fun, let me tell you.
So, I’m packing up and heading north. But just for a few days.
It’s unintentionally become a sorta annual thing. It’s a silent writing retreat on Georgian Bay, facilitated by the amazing and awesome Chris Kay Fraser. I’ve been every summer for the last two, making this trip my third.
Basically, your days are like this. You wake up, do whatever you want, hopefully manage to wrestle some words on a page / laptop / napkin-if-you’re-desperate and, when the time of silence is nearing to a close (which officially happens at 3pm) the scent of freshly-baked cookies will come wafting on a breeze. At 3, Chris will ring a brass bell on the cottage porch where everyone will gather and share their day so far. Then there’s dinner and some group writing-workshop-y stuff in the evening and then bed. It’s all very relaxed, peaceful, supportive and all-around wonderfulness. Oh and did I mention there’s a canoe?
Anyway, it’s a little gift that I give myself and hopefully it will yield some stories for me to share with you one day.
In the meantime, here’s a little ditty of a slideshow that I made from the first time I went, in 2009. And here’s the itty bitty blog post from when I returned last year.
Wish I could tell you what to expect when I come back but, like it’s been for the last two years, even I will be surprised.
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Georgian Bay. June, 2010.