This past weekend, I attended the Infinite Weekend, a writing retreat for the Infinite Monkeys chapter of the League of Utah Writers. I’ve this before and will continue to do so…retreats are magical. This one was in this hills above the Salt Lake valley.
I completed the first draft of something that is foreign to me, a horror story. I don’t read horror. I don’t watch horror, but earlier this month I took a horror writing class from my good friend Johnny Worthen and had an assignment to write 500 words of a story. I had totally forgotten about it until Thursday night when my wife reminded me to do it. Well, Saturday morning arrived and I had nothing. Class was scheduled for 10. I quickly whipped out something that was pretty damn good. So, at the retreat, I got out a first draft. I plan to submit this for inclusion into the Utah Horror Writer’s anthology.
Great progress was made on “Compelled to Kill”, my debut novel. I’ve been pansting this story and my gut kept telling me “something’s wrong with it.” I revised several chapters, sent them off to my editor, then got to work figuring things out. I started by listing things that have to happen in the story, added suspects, clues, and red herrings. Then I listed out, chapter-by-chapter what needs to happen. The light-bulb came on over my head. I knew what was wrong and have a plan of attack.
There is also the rest and rejuvenation of a retreat too. You come away energized and ready to take on writing projects. Many attendees did pre-writing to get ready for NaNoWriMo. I won’t be starting a new novel, but will be working to finish up one that I started nearly five years ago.
Here’s to writing retreats. I can’t wait for the next one.