Today was day one of my self-imposed writing intensive at Writers’ Dojo. I’m essentially locking myself in their friendly confines for a few days a week for the next six-weeks with a stack of books, notebooks, pens, and other essential writing and research supplies (cold pizza; coffee; H20; blanky). The general idea is that sometimes a writer can be his or her own worst enemy in the face of progress and process. My garden is lovely, after all, and I can find about 100 things to do around my house – all of them justifiable – in lieu of getting down to business. Alas, Jeff, Rachel, and the rest of the Dojo family are happy to provide the necessary solace and needed creative space to step away from distraction and stay in the flow. It’s sort of like Ritalin for writers, without the toxicity and dependency.
If you live in or near the Portland area, and aren’t familiar with the Writers’ Dojo, check out their site, get in touch, and pay them a visit. It’s a great way to get away from everything else and get down to the word.