Last Thursday I flew south and met up with two friends, authors Leisl Leighton and Marnie St Clair, for a 4-day writing retreat (although it was only two and a half of actual writing thanks to travel). We stayed in a holiday house on the Mornington Peninsula, just a short walk to the beach.
Here’s the view of the area from a nearby lookout:
The great thing about being on a retreat with friends as wonderful as the ones I was with is that when we needed to be focused and write we did.
Not to say we didn’t take breaks – I certainly can’t sit at the computer for hours on end. With the beach so close it was hard to pass up such a wonderful walk:
Above – View from the path (it wound it’s way in front of and behind the bathing boxes – built over a hundred years ago in response to the prim and proper Victorian idea of morality when bathing. The boxes are mostly still true to their architectural heritage but the owners have stamped them with their own individualisation by way of paint).
Above – view from the beach looking back at some of the bathing boxes.
With fun, relaxing company and some wonderful weather, a perfect location and without the distraction of family it’s no wonder I managed a lot of words. I finished the trip about 12,500 words ahead (when you add and subtract the additions and deletions).
Turns out the trip was also a great recharge of the batteries (a bonus I hadn’t thought about). With no-one to worry over but myself and a few days removed from the daily grind it was as good as a holiday. A holiday where I worked really hard and loved every second.
Have you ever been on a retreat (or something similar)?