Ooh, the nights are getting darker already…

It’s only August, but already you can sense this exceptionally kind summer we’ve been enjoying retreating to the hills as Autumn gets ready to do her thing. For the past few years, the closing in of night filled me with sadness. I wasn’t ready. Where did the summer go? Did I Blink? But this year, I feel happily sated, and I’m putting that down to two things.

Firstly, we’ve had a fantastic summer season at last – blue skies, brilliant sunshine, warm evening air – and this year I really have made the most of everything that lovely Cornwall has to offer. I’ve spent a lot of time lounging on beaches, swimming in the sea, kayaking up rivers, camping in the wilds, and enjoying barbecues with friends.  The dogs have walked their little socks off, and though I will be quietly wishing for an Indian summer and a fabulous September and October, it would be ungracious of me indeed to resent the Autumn her turn. So I won’t.

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Secondly, I am so looking forward to starting a new year of teaching – more lovely creative writing students to meet, established students and writing colleagues to catch up with, new writing workshops to design. But best of all, the first of our new writers retreats will take place in November, and I can’t wait. When Jane Moss and I were planning the launch date for The Writing Retreat, we thought maybe November was a bit soon. Perhaps we should wait until February? But I am so glad we didn’t. It’s given us something to look forward to, something delicious to break up the often gloomy period between summer departing and Christmas arriving.

What are you going to do this year to cheer yourself as winter approaches?

Kath

www.thewritingretreat.com

www.kathmorgansays.com

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It’s all coming together…

Preparations for the November 2014 writing retreat are well under way now. 

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Advertising starts in a few weeks,  menus are coming together, and the venue looks fabulous.

As Autumn closes in all around us,  I find myself looking forward to crisp evenings in front of the fire, to stimulating company, to the shared joy of learning, and to the quiet tap tap tap of keyboards all over the house. I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait!

What are you waiting for? Go ahead and book yourself a well-deserved writing holiday.

What’s it all about, this thing we call writing?

Early Dreams

When I first decided to get serious about writing, I had this lovely vision of me sitting on the beach, or in front of a log fire, or huddled into the corner of a country pub, scribbling into a well-worn but totally classy leather-bound notepad. And that would be my life as a writer.

Or so I thought.

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The reality is somewhat different. Less peaceful. Nowhere near so self-indulgent.

But for all that, this real writing life is in its own way just as stimulating and exciting as the one I once fantasised about. Just different. Definitely different.

How have you found your writing journey so far? Did it live up to the early dream, or even surpass it?