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Third Annual Writing Retreat

April 30, 2015 by Christopher Gronlund 11 Comments

Cabin at Cooper Lake State ParkLast weekend was the third annual writing retreat with a friend. Just like the two before, this one was at a Texas State Park (we returned to Cooper Lake State Park). After hiking around Caddo Lake State Park last year, we looked forward to hiking this year,but…the weather conspired against us. In fact, on the drive to the park, the road was closed because it was flooded.

Road Closed on Way to Cooper Lake State Park
You Cannot Pass!!!

But I’ll back  up a bit…

Surrealism in Commerce, Texas

After getting hammered by storms (Denton, Texas was like driving through a canal), we decided to stop for lunch in Commerce. In a Subway, everyone at a particular table was looking at me. It was a bit of a flashback to previous trips in smaller Texas towns…and even spending my first years in the state in a small town. You enter certain places where someone doesn’t like the way you look, and they just might start something.

After using the bathroom to wash my hands, I passed by the table. Again, everyone turned and looked at me. The big guy at the table…I just hoped he stayed in his seat. He did. But when my writing bud, Deacon, went to use the bathroom, the big guy came to the table. This is what happened:

You wouldn’t happen to be Weird Al Yankovic, would you?

No.

You look just like him. My sister said you’re him.

Maybe it’s the hair? But I can assure you, I’m not him.

I get mistaken for being someone else all the time, too.

Maybe it’s because we’re big guys with character.

Yeah, that’s probably it. Ya’ll take care.

I suppose if Weird Al gained a bunch of weight, wore glasses, and grew a beard…we might look a bit alike? But it was good to know that was why they were all looking at me, instead of sizing me up and hoping to start something. (It would not have been the first time to be challenged or told to leave a Texas town for not being local.)

After lunch, it was time to get some gasoline. Usually an easy task, but all the gas stations were either shut down or the pumps weren’t working. As we joked about how you can only buy gas on certain days in town, we saw a station with a big banner reading: WE SELL GASOLINE – 6 DAYS A WEEK!

They not only sold gasoline, but also hookah supplies, hair extensions, wigs, and other things one would not expect to find in a gas station in a small-ish Texas town.

Strange Gas Station in Commerce, Texas
Nothing Like Moon Pies and Hair Extensions All in One Stop!

Returning to Cooper Lake State Park

It was nice returning to Cooper Lake State Park. We were in a different cabin, but its orientation to the lake was very much like the first time we went — the only difference being a backyard just a little smaller than the first visit out there.

The big difference: the lake level. The first time we were there, the lake was easily down 10+ feet. (I believe it was around 50% capacity on that previous trip.) Now it’s almost 1 foot above capacity.

Foggy Shoreline at Cooper Lake State Park
We Expected Nessie in the Mist

But enough about traveling to vaguely-ish East Texas…we were there to write!

Writing in a Cabin in the Woods

The cabin was identical to the other cabin we stayed in on our first retreat.

Table at Cooper Lake State Park
Making Sense of the Last Bit of the Current Novel

In a way, working in somewhat familiar surroundings was nice. The natural light and view (and general quiet) made for productive days. I completed what I hoped to do over the weekend earlier than planned, leaving room to think about the next books — and even read a little bit.

View from Window at Cooper Lake State Park
Not a Bad View
Cabin Bed at Cooper Lake State Park
A Nap Was Had!

Talking about Writing

I expected to talk more about writing on this retreat (the retreat is really the only time it’s kind of open season to talk about ideas and other specific things about the stories we’re working on), but after putting everything together on Saturday, I didn’t feel the need. When darkness fell and we lit a fire, we chatted about everything but writing, it seemed. The talking that needed to get done was already behind us, so it was a nice couple hours next to a fire (and drunk people having a limbo party in the distance).

Campfire at Cooper Lake State Park
Tales Told Around the Campfire

As we chatted, we heard something in the trees to our left. This exact thing happened last time we were at Cooper Lake State Park. We thought a person was wandering through the trees — perhaps wandering over to ask for a beer. But it was an armadillo.

Same thing this trip!

Late Night Armadillo Sighting at Cooper Lake State Park
At Night the Armadillos Come…

Odds and Ends

While the usual coffee and tea was consumed (along with beer), we did do something different this retreat: brought along ukuleles.

Ukuleles
That Futon Cover Makes this Photo Look Vintage!

Deacon is a much better player than I am, but that didn’t matter. It was nice to take little juggling breaks, as well as little ukulele breaks.

Ukuleles, Beer, and Juggling Bags
All These Things Go Well Together…
Captain America Mug
No Better Way to Begin the Day than by Drinking Coffee from Captain America’s Head!

Next Year

We’ve already chatted a little bit about next year’s retreat. We’re considering Daingerfield State Park for someplace new…although a return to Caddo Lake would not bother me one bit!

What I love most about the annual retreats: last year I was still not sure where the current novel was going. This year I had a first draft and time to put the parts written out of order in the last third together.

I have no idea where I’ll be in the writing process with book two by next year’s retreat, but I know that as long as we dedicate one weekend a year to packing up and going someplace else to write — even if it may not feel like much progress was made over the course of a new year — you realize that’s not true.

Slow and steady, just like the traffic in Greenville, Texas on a Sunday morning…

Downtown Greenville, Texas
Heading Home…

A Few More Photos

Sunny Day at Cooper Lake State Park
View Out Back
Trees a Cooper Lake State Park
The Sun Came Out on Saturday
Sunnier Lakeshore at Cooper Lake State Park
Big Difference from the Day Before
Sunset at Cooper Lake State Park
End of a Day

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Comments

  1. Deacon mc says

    April 30, 2015 at 9:18 pm

    just getting out, adventure is almost a sure thing

  2. Christopher Gronlund says

    April 30, 2015 at 9:27 pm

    I really should have bought us matching wigs!

  3. Mitch Todd says

    May 1, 2015 at 5:41 am

    I love this!
    You’ve got time to learn a Weird Al tune on the uke before next year’s retreat.

  4. Christopher Gronlund says

    May 1, 2015 at 7:44 am

    Were I to learn a Weird Al tune, it would be “Dare to Be Stupid.” Great DEVO homage!

  5. Paul Lamb says

    May 4, 2015 at 5:00 am

    I’m not sure I could get any writing done with all of that outdoors calling my name. I had hoped my little Ozark cabin would have been my writing retreat, but I’m constantly lured out the door. (Plus, no electricity, so limited laptop life.)

    I do love hearing about your annual adventure, and I hope you found it productive.

  6. Christopher Gronlund says

    May 4, 2015 at 10:19 am

    Fortunately the rain and mud made it easy to stick around the cabin. Outside time was spent on the deck and right around the cabin and lake shore behind the cabin. Last year, at Caddo Lake State Park, there were more outings. Still got a good amount of writing done, though…but this particular state park seems like a good place for retreats because it is a bit easier to stay inside and write.

    It was productive and nice, and I look forward to the next one.

    Of course, you know I like your little cabin in the Ozarks. I enjoy seeing updates about it, even though the landscape pulls you out of the cabin and away from writing. (That, and limited battery time since you don’t have electricity out there.) Maybe a little generator or some kind of solar-powered charger? But the peace of really getting away from it all sounds nice. I know there will be a day the state parks have WiFi and other amenities. But for right now, they are an affordable and fun place for the annual retreats.

  7. Jesse Harley says

    May 4, 2018 at 9:37 am

    I gotta say, I’m a tad envious of your exquisite writing retreats! Although for some reason, one year I thought you were in a writing retreat in the middle of the bayou… was I dreaming that, or did that happen?

  8. Christopher Gronlund says

    May 4, 2018 at 12:05 pm

    Not your imagination. That was the year we went to Caddo Lake State Park: http://www.christophergronlund.com/blog/tjw/2014/04/29/caddo-lake-state-park-writing-retreat/

    ALMOST returned this year, but many of the cabins don’t have fire rings. And sitting around a fire at night is nice.

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  2. Top 10 Things I Learned in 2015 says:
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