Saturday was departure day for most of us. One group left *way* early in the morning to catch early flights, while the other group left mid-morning, once Rob returned from dropping off the early group. I was in the second group–the others in my group were driving back to their homes, so they hopped into their cars once we got to Jonesport, while Rob carried me to the Bangor International Airport for my afternoon flight.
I think by this point we were all mostly numb–saturated with writerly goodness, fond memories, and a happiness to have met a group so dedicated to the writing craft.
Tom, Santa, Andrew, and Rob really worked super hard all week (and in the months prior) to ensure the workshop went off as a success, and I am hard pressed to think of how it could have been better.
And, as I mentioned in an earlier post, I think we all gained a renewed respect for water. Water giveth and water taketh away. Unfortunately, as one of us was departing the island, the water extracted one final toll.
Here’s a pic of what happens when the water taketh away the cell phone:
So, that’s it, until we meet again. In the meantime, write!
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