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I am in Tassie. My first ever trip to the Apple Isle. It looks gorgeous, but I haven’t come for sightseeing.
I am here on a writing retreat – along with Denis, Lloyd and Mel.
Tonight, we are setting goals. But first, odd things I have learned about my writing mates on day one.
Denis has a pink camera. Okay, not such a surprise.
He also a snuggle blanket. It’s brown and he looks like Obi-wan-kinobi. 
It’s a little scary.

Lloyd eats Heinz frozen peas and corn for  snack. Hmmm… and he is denying himself internet access in pursuit of a higher artistic calling.
Mel has an extremely cool tattoo on her back – no I mean her whole back – she is a girl with a dragon tattoo.
I am jealous – but, don’t worry. My nose ring is enough.
Okay, now for the goals.

Denis:
I need to do at least five scenes – each two thousand words. So, that’s five days of writing.
Lloyd:
two twenty four page comic strips and settle on all the character’s names, backgrounds and an outline for where it is going (the latter is the easy part, apparently).
Mel:
first child free week in … actually, she can’t remember, but maybe eight years. She is working on a short story, the whole rule of thirteen (to have thirteen pieces out in the market at any given time), and a feature outline for screen writing.
Liz:
I have reached a crisis point. Do I try to edit little bits and produce a patched together attempt at a novel, or take it on the chin and go for broke – like completely re-write the damn thing. I have passed the nervous breakdown stage and now I am trying to really, really brave.
This is no picnic folks – it is a writing week.
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