I can’t believe it’s almost the middle of April. It only seems like two minutes since I was singing Auld Lang Syne to welcome in 2015. The weeks and months have passed by in a whirl of Greek classes, volunteering and lots and lots of work. As Easter came and went, I was most definitely in need of a holiday.
Cue Book Camp, a week to get away from it all and enjoy some quality writing and relaxation time.
And write and relax, I most certainly did. In the beautiful surroundings of the Somerset countryside, I forgot about the outside world and focused on enjoying my writing. I’d been finding it difficult to come home after a twelve-hour day at work to turn on my computer and stare at another screen, so it was really good to ‘recapture the rapture’ and remind myself how much I love writing.
In just four days, I somehow managed to write 23,500 words of a new project and get more editing done on ‘Who Does He Think He Is?’
But what really made it such a wonderful week was the group of truly lovely fellow book campers. We all brainstormed ideas, cheered each other on, and laughed our heads off, even in the middle of a power cut, which sent our writers’ imaginations into overdrive.
So, thank you to the Book Camp gang, and here’s to next time!