Yesterday I attended a writer's retreat. I packed up all my latest excerpts from my novel and my laptop into the car and headed to my friend's house.
I arrived at 12:30. For the first half-hour we sat around, shooting the breeze, as we waited for the last participant to arrive. From 1 to 2 we munched on chips and Pepsi and procrastinated.
By 2 we were raring to go, and I got four solid hours of revisions done to my novel. Burying your head in revisions for four hours non-stop is like scuba diving for four hours. You come up and you have the bends. It was exhausting and a little painful and I wanted to lie down.
At 6 I talked to my gracious host for about a half-hour, hauled my laptop and excerpts back into the car, and headed back home at 6:30.
I accomplished great things yesterday. Well worth the trip.