Today was the end of the Wildacres
Writers’ Retreat and the beginning of the Wildacres Writers Workshop. They ask
that we vacate our rooms so that they can be cleaned. So I went to Little
Switzerland, the quaint little village with the great bookstore and café. After
I finished a great chai tea latte at Beans and Books, I saw that the cable
connecting my cell phone to the battery on my motorcycle was not functioning
properly. That’s not a problem while I am at Wildacres. I can just plug the
phone in beside my bed. But I may be camping on the way home, so I rode the 10
to 12 miles into Wal-Mart to get a new charger cable. Returning to Wildacres, I
had to endure the mile or so of rough gravel road. That short stretch has been
the least favorite part of the trip for me. The road is so rutted that I feel
I’m going to drop the bike at any minute.
After dinner, we had an orientation
meeting with the new larger group. About 60 new writers and six instructors
joined us, so there are now more than 100 of us for the workshop week. We also
had a first, brief meeting of the classes. I am looking forward to the class.
The first regular class is Sunday afternoon.
In the afternoon, I wrote a poem. It is a
reaction to this week’s news, so I am sure it is a little raw. Still, I like
it. I’ll see how I feel in the morning.
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