Nothing like getting away for the “weekend.” Okay, Friday to Tuesday. The 6 hour drive on either end was an opportunity to set writing goals and be accountable, and have writerly friends ask questions to deepen my thinking. The days spent were 8 AM – 10:00 PM devoted to writing except for meal breaks (and writerly conversations). Drafted my WWII novel from an idea rattling around in my head for a few years, to 76 scenes structured with crises, climaxes, internal and external conflicts, motifs, and all the trimmings. Ready to jump in. Oh, except for all the research questions I wrote down.