PC, it’s now GayoWolf, Decorator and Predator. He just ain’t right in the head, I’m telling ya.

Yep, I wrote at the retreat, but not much. A couple of times when I thought that I should sneak off and do some writing, I was having too much fun talking. I even thought about skipping the Plot Party (like you did, ahem) since I’m not a plotter, but I didn’t want to miss anything that might happen. And it was interesting, to say the least.

Kathy, LOL! You need to take a break from historicals and write romantic comedy. Or historical comedy if you want to. That was FUNNY.

And you wrote at the retreat? Wow. My laptop never left its case (and I only took it because I thought we’d need it for the blog…)

I love it when the strange dreams kick in. It doesn’t happen often enough.

I do hate you, you know?

You’re talking about weird waking dreams? Well, the closest I can come to that is alcohol induced insanity. Case in point: It was the night I got smashed during Anne Frasier’s blog party last year. We were all sipping the vino which for me was something big because I don’t usually drink, for reasons that will become obvious in a few seconds. Anyway, after I logged off and stopped running around the house acting stooopid (this is why I don’t drink) I came up with what I thought was a bestselling book idea, but when I read my chicken scratchings the next day, I had to go WTF? It was absolutely horrible. Something about dead hyenas coming back to life…I can’t remember. Anyway, it didn’t make a lick a sense, but it sounded brilliant as hell the night before. LOL!