I'm a writer. I write leadership development articles for executive coaches. Some serious stuff, you know? That's how I make my living. (I actually spend more of my time playing tennis and writing blog posts, but nobody pays me to do either of those things.)
(Justification for having fun: Writing blog posts helps keep me slightly famous, and gets me the odd referral. Tennis keeps my body and mind in shape. I can't write well unless my brain is healthy. So it's all good for keeping me afloat.)
I spent a bunch of money to go to a writer's retreat last week. Jennifer Louden has been gathering writers together for 8-9 years, bundling them off to beautiful Taos, New Mexico, and feeding them magical words to transform them into better writers.
It's the only conference I've been to where one of the goals is to laugh your butts off. We also learned the Dance of Shiva and did yoga every day with the incredible Havi Brooks.
While there, I started my book and wrote 9,000 words of stories, most of which I really like. I had been putting this off for a decade, but I cracked through the starting block thanks to Jen and the group's magical powers.


