Last year at the RWA national convention in Orlando, I
overheard some writers talking -- was it in a speech? Or was I just that creepy
lurker in the lobby unintentionally overhearing everyone else’s conversations?!
I really don’t recall -- about a retreat they’d been on together. They pooled
funds from, like, ten writers and rented a castle in Ireland for three weeks.
A castle.
In Ireland.
For three weeks.
Also? It was haunted.
So whether I heard it legit, spied it, or made it up, none
of that really matters because...
A castle.
In Ireland.
For three weeks.
With a ghost.
(And also he was probably a hot, angsty, Victorian ghost. Hush, you, this is my happy place!)
This is now filed in my brain under Life Goals. Who’s in?
