For the 6th year in a row, my dear friend Wayne Thomas Batson and I have covered upon a hotel and nearby pub in the Pennsylvania countryside for our self touted Writer’s Weekend Bootcamp Getaway Extravaganza (etc).
Needless to say, we both look forward to this outing every winter/spring, depending upon what specific weekend avails itself. It usually starts with hugging each other in the parking lot and yelling “DUDE!” loud that it makes any passers by extremely uncomfortable.
I’ve already pounded out two chapters, and need to dive back into the writing groove. More tomorrow on our progress as we aim to satisfy the thousands of Elves waiting for the third installment of The Berifnell Prophecies, due out this May. ch: