On Saturday I go to Milford – a writers’ conference for published SF writers – at Trgonos, in Nantlle, a tiny village within sight of Mount Snowdon in the wilds of North Wales. The centre specialises in wholesome food and peaceful atmosphere. There’s no mobile phone signal and if you want to check your email you have to find a quiet spot close to the office. The main house, bedrooms, grounds and the meeting rooms are all part of a deliberate wi-fi-free zone.
Instead of texting and emailing and blogging you can talk to real people.
And yes, I’ll suffer for it when I get back home to the 700 emails in my in-box, but – d’you know what? – I don’t care.
I’ve spent the last couple of weeks reading all the pieces that we’re workshopping. My own pieces have been sent out to the 14 other participants and I’ve even packed my suitcase. Yes, already, and it’s only Tuesday.
Of course I have some errands to run and a lot to do in the office between now and Friday night, to keep my other life (the music agency) on track while I’m away, but I can cope.