It won’t be long before I depart Hot Springs Village with three friends and colleagues for a three-day experiment in productivity. We’re driving to Eureka Springs to spend three days and nights at The Writers’ Colony at Dairy Hollow in an attempt to set fire to our creativity and productivity as writers. Each of us will have a private room and writing space. We will gather for meals and, perhaps, for evening libations, to discuss our work and our progress. And, I hope, we will talk about our successes and our failures and what triggers each. Above all, I hope we share what motivates us to write; whether it’s pain or desire or regret, I want to know what spurs my fellow writers to write. I think I’m about ready to reveal more of me in my writing than I’ve ever done before. It’s probably nothing of much import to most; I won’t reveal anything truly earth-shattering; I’m not gay, I’m not a transvestite, I don’t practice cannibalism, I’m not a pedophile, I’m not addicted to crack cocaine, etc., etc. My truths probably are evident in my writing; just not to anyone else but me. Hah!
My wife will have a breather from me in general while I’m away. My sister-in-law will have a breather from my silliness and from the wound-up-guy who tries to fake mellowness while I’m away. Other people, the few with whom I regularly interact, won’t notice.
The great American novel is not just a few days away, but a better version of what I’ve been writing is…I hope.