As many of you already know, some lucky few of us OSers spent a day happily and usefully ensconced in the stony aerie that is Mohonk Mountain House, members of a writers' retreat. Some of us came from across the country and some from just down the winding road. Some were strangers known only to others by our avatars. Others were friends, both longtime and recent. And get this -- though we wrote and spoke of stories pain-filled, true, touching and funny -- we none of us fell to argument or criticism. When it was over, no one dared describe the good feelings that abounded, perhaps for fear of breaking the mood we'd been feeling all day (moods don't yield well or easily to words). Now, two days away from it (I did not avail myself of Sunday's tugboat trip, alas) I'd call that feeling this: we experienced the fellowship of the pen that day. So many writers use their words -- especially on the net -- to cut and slash and burn. On Saturday, we writers used words to build. I'll leave it at that and suggest if you'd like to read some particulars that reflect in spirit and tone the tenor and pleasures of the day, take a look at Maria Heng's latest post.
Egad. I think that was the longest paragraf I've ever written. But, in keeping with the spirit of that day, I'll refer no more to what retreat leader Kate Hymes so refeshingly called the "jargon of writing."
My original reason for this post is reflected in its title. None of the day's discoveries or pleasures would have happened without Greg Correll's mighty efforts, ranging all the way back to the first time he proposed the writer's retreat in the fall. Greg has worn many hats in his various careers, (including his hallmark, tubularly-squashed straw cowboy hat) but, though I've never asked him directly, I don't think hesd ever been an event planner. I won't enumerate the tasks he took on, since I don't know what they were and I was perfectly content to let him (and his delightful daughter Molly) do all the heavy lifting.
So here's to two-fifths of the Correll family, the folks who made it possible for strangers and friends to come together on a gorgeous day in June and see what we could see and write what we could write about and for each other and ourselves.
Cheers, mate! And many thanks.