February 2, 2010

In Which I am not Killed by Yetis

Hello! Did you miss me? I missed you. Let’s hug it out.

If you are wondering where I have been, no, I did not fall off the earth. OH WAIT, YES I DID! I drove up a mountain to an isolated cabin and literally fell right off the earth into a mountainous snowhole and couldn’t get the car out of it while an enormous blizzard swooped down from the Rockies and buried the house.


Upside: We brought liquor.
More upside: I got about 18,000 words of my new novel drafted.
More upside: We were not killed by yetis.

It is Tuesday, so even though not being killed by yetis is not actually about fitness, I blogged the retreat events inarticulately and in tandem with Lydia over at Five Full Plates. Lydia says the word “yoga.” I say the word, “roll.” (MMMM, ROLLS.) So that seems topical enough.

Posted by joshilyn at February 2, 2010 8:07 AM

Well I'm glad you survived your adventure and came away with all those words to show for it too!

Posted by: Heather at February 2, 2010 9:16 AM

i am so glad you were not eaten by yetis! where would i find anything comparable to you??!!!

Posted by: Judy at February 2, 2010 11:45 AM

You wrote 18,000 words in a weekend? What is that, 72 pages? Wow. You are like a speed-writing, yeti-defying, blizzard-braving machine.

Posted by: Holly at February 2, 2010 2:22 PM

And might I add how downright skinny you look in that pic.

Posted by: Linda J at February 2, 2010 3:13 PM

Glad you were just on retreat and not, as I pictured in my mind, reclined swooning from ongoing severe anemia. On a fainting couch. You just don't see enough fainting couches these days...

Posted by: Jill W. at February 2, 2010 3:45 PM

Yay you're alive! Yay, you have an orange cat! (I'm still mourning the demise...) Yay! Another blog!

Posted by: JulieB at February 2, 2010 7:38 PM

P Est: I'm trying Pilates. I don't move like everyone else, and I notice mucho fat rolls scrintching up together. Maybe I'm doing it wrong??

Posted by: JulieB at February 2, 2010 7:39 PM

I puffy heart the Good Cat.

Posted by: Nikki at February 3, 2010 2:13 AM

And here I thought you were still curled in a ball, all traumatized by the Holiday Inn thing.

Posted by: Brigitte at February 3, 2010 6:53 AM

Well, something productive came out of being "Snowed In." Many people have to go away to write for a spell, you were a captive audience. I'm glad you didn't just drift.

Posted by: Sunnymay at February 3, 2010 4:59 PM

Retreat? Liquor? 18,000 words?
I wanna be you when I grow up.

Posted by: PattiH at February 4, 2010 12:06 AM