We’ve lost internet access here at Lattern Cottage on our writers retreat …but through dogged determination my antique blackberry has pulled through and will permit me to post bite-sized updates to Panic Station.
Now – there is more to say about boredom. Who knew there was so much philosophical debate on the topic. Never mind a nifty framework or two. But we’re taking a break from exploring this state of mind (and its finer cousins which I promised to mention) so that I can report live from the retreat. Where boredom hasn’t stood a chance.
Since arriving here I’ve learnt something new about spending time with groups of people.
Here it goes:
The best groups to hang out with are not necessarily those full of people you’ve hand-picked as friends.
Sometimes the best groups to hang out with are those who’ve hand-picked you.
I mean no offence to all my lovely hand-picked friends. But it turns out I do love you more separately than all bunched together for days at a time.
More on this to follow … If you’re still talking to me
