Talk about writer retreats, have you ever went to a writers retreat? Would you recommend a writers retreat, and where to find them.
I have done a number of writer’s retreats, most of them with my local writing group. We would go away for a long weeks to a retreat center and the entire purpose of the weekend was to have quiet time to write. The food and beverages were included and we would have an evening get together complete with a cocktail party and games. But we were largely there to write with no televisions or stuff like that.
On one of those retreats I wrote 20000 words in three days. It was incredibly productive time and the cool thing was that if you got stuck, there were plenty of friends to talk things over with and help you get past the issue. I’d highly recommend a retreat like this if there is one reasonable close to you. It’s a time to unplug, in a quiet space, and just write and let your imagination run wild.
Title: Finding Safe Harbor
“What did you bring to eat?”
Thor grinned, opening his pack and pulling out a couple of containers of leftover pasta in sauce from the night before. “I know it’s not haute cuisine, but at least it’s not beans.”
Michael chuckled, and once they had coffee made, Thor heated up the pasta, and they settled on the ground for a rustic supper as darkness quietly descended around them, and the forest seemed to come alive. “I love it out here in the quiet,” Michael whispered.
“And I love the fact that no one can contact us. Miller can’t interrupt, and neither can your family… or mine.” He shifted closer as Michael took a final bite. Then he wiped his mouth and scooted closer to Thor, leaning against him. He sighed, resting his head on Thor’s shoulder.
“Yeah, I know.” He turned slightly, and Thor touched his chin. As he stilled, their lips met in a gentle kiss that surprised him. Thor was usually very aggressive, and Michael enjoyed the tenderness. “It’s nice to have some time when it’s just us.”
Thor hummed his agreement, slipping his arms around him and pulling Michael nearer. “I know. My life is so busy, especially with Angie, Brian, and the baby.”
“Hey, so is mine, but right now, it’s just you and me.”
Thor kissed him and then turned off the burner and finished his coffee. Michael wondered at the sudden change until Thor headed for the tent. Michael finished his coffee, then set down the mug before following. He had to crawl inside and managed to get undressed before slipping into the sleeping bags that Thor had zipped together into one large, warm bed. Michael settled, and Thor wrapped an arm around him, spooning his back, Thor’s cock nestling against his ass. Michael hummed softly as Thor kissed his shoulder, his hand sliding down his belly before his fingers closed around Michael’s cock.
“You like that?” Thor asked.
“Hell yes,” Michael groaned and slowly rolled over, sliding a leg between Thor’s, bringing their dicks together. Michael kissed Thor deeply, pressing him back before climbing on top of him, straddling his amazing hard body.
“I see. You want to be the one in charge,” Thor whispered, his hands smoothing over Michael’s hair and down his back to Michael’s ass.
“Is that okay?” Michael asked. “I want you.”
“You always have me. You know that.” Thor drew him down, and Michael ground against him, the heat of their bodies keeping the cool of the night at bay.
Andrew grew up in western Michigan with a father who loved to tell stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then, he has lived throughout the country and traveled throughout the world. He has a master’s degree from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and works in information systems for a large corporation.
Andrew Grey
fire and flint is my favorite