Stop Me If You've Heard This One: Four Demi-Gods Walk Into A Bar...

So there was a thing. And a plan. It was basically a writing retreat weekend for whomever in my Wednesday night writing class wanted to do it. Last year it was Pat and Nancy. This year we hoped for more, but it ended up being just Pat and me.

On Friday we went out to the Hilton in San Bernardino and sequestered ourselves away in our rooms, working like mad little squirrel writers on our projects. She was editing, I was writing.

Which is how/why I now have 13,736 words, 61 pages, or 2 3/4 chapters written on Field of Stars.