Writer’s Retreat

Two of my friends from the writing group have travelled with me to Pacific City, Oregon, for a weekend of writing. Alas, I have only gotten about 3000 words written in two days. Doubtless the lack of a plot outline for the second book of the Aqua Pura trilogy isn’t helping with my word count.

Back in 1997 or so, my father lived in Portland. When my brother and I visited, he took us to Pacific City to see Haystack Rock and Cape Kiwanda. To save you the trip, I’ve added the picture to the right.

Right now it’s 11 PM on a starry night. Our bonfire has mostly burned out, leaving a bowl of glowing embers, so orange that you want to sift your hand through. My laptop is blessed with decent speakers and a little subwoofer, so the Stereolab album playing doesn’t sound tinny, but instead a perfect mellow accompaniment to writing by the fire. I’ve placed Crixus, Sheirra and Madraig at the periphery of a campfire too, watching the contingent of Red Legionnaire scouts with wary eyes.

When the battery gives out, I’m going to bed.