Every day, we rolled up our sleeves, picked up our pens, and dove in. We wrote in our rooms, the living room, alone or alongside each other. We wrote before breakfast, after lunch, and in our heads while roaming the prairie, peaked in breathtaking foliage. My fellow writers are talented, funny, and serious about their work, and their determination fed my work too. We bonded over conversations at meals, made with care by Chef Linda, and laughed over ghost-sightings. The magic and mystery of this 100-year-old property inspired us to think, imagine and create. After months of navigating the publishing world and drafting query letters, the retreat was just what I needed to recharge.
TalkShop with Nami
When it was my turn to talk to Nami individually, we walked on the prairie just as the sun was setting. She asked me about my novel and myself. From our frank, hour-long conversation, it became clear I’m obsessed with cultural identity: the clash between my hopes and ambitions and familial and societal expectations. I saw the parallel between my protagonist’s life and mine, and how her struggles as a woman and mother back in the early 20th century still exist today. It was a revelation, and from talking to others after their solo time with Nami, it was clear they had this kind of epiphany too.