This is what it’s like to be a writer
I’m at El Rancho, the last place on earth I thought I could ever feel enlightened.
When I first arrive and park my van outside the main office, I am welcomed by a horde of screaming children.
The space is huge. Behind the office, there’s a campground where all the kids are heading, dragging their mattresses and sleeping bags on the concrete ground.
There are just as many trampolines as there are Bible quotes on signs and walls. The mini golf is adorned with wooden crosses instead of flag poles, and a chapel is perched on top of a hill just behind the tennis courts.
I’m at a Christian summer camp, I say to myself.
I don’t know this yet, but the next 48 hours will forever change what being a writer means to me.
I had had my eyes on the Kāpiti Writers’ Retreat for four long years. Since I first discovered that it existed, I had been wanting to go — but something would always come up. Mostly, I couldn’t justify it. Did I really want to spend all that money to just… write?
This time round, I decided I did. Except, I didn’t’t have the money, not even close. Luckily, I found out that I could volunteer. So I applied, got accepted, and a few…
