It went well, very well.

I'm back from my camping trip/writing retreat.  Oh, I love those days that start with waking up at 3am to write and feel good about writing until you fall asleep over the yellow pad and so you take your first nap of the day at 5am, but wake just in time to stroll over to the beach and watch the sunrise (accompanied by no-see-ums) and visit with a ghost crab before returning to the campsite to greet your writer and editor friends who are just getting up and so you have a morning discussion about foreshadowing, rejections, and writer arrogance (our own) before you go back to the van, stretch out over the bed, and peel a grapefruit and half write and half watch a fisherman pull in a flounder from the dock.  And it's only 9am.