Looks Peaceful Doesn’t It? Wrong. The Snake Bitten, Solitary Writing Retreat

  The people sitting next to me are talking about salami. They’re sick of turkey, sick of it, I tell you, sick of it. They joined me at the picnic table in the back yard of the inn where I’m staying for a self-imposed writing retreat. They are having their lunch. I am outside avoiding … Continue reading Looks Peaceful Doesn’t It? Wrong. The Snake Bitten, Solitary Writing Retreat