Some of you may be aware that I went on a Writing Retreat in Wales this week and a subset of those (hi, Dee) asked me to write about it, and so this is me doing that.
On Saturday I boarded a train bound for new horizons, with joy in my heart and writerly optimism bubbling out of my every pore. I was going on my first ever Writing Retreat and it was to last five days and nights in (mostly rainy) Wales.
On Monday I boarded another train bound for home with a flea in my ear and a lot to think about. I had been asked to leave the Writing Retreat, and I had departed with not one word of protest.
It’s only today, the day I was due to arrive back home if all had gone to plan, that I can write about this impartially. Today is the first day that have spent without thinking about the retreat at all (apart from now obviously, but that doesn’t really count).
I have gone through a lot of soul searching to arrive at this point. I have, in fact, gone through a modified version of the five stages of grieving as developed by Elisabeth Kubler-Ross – denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. My version was more like:
- Trying to understand what the heck I’d done wrong – I thought I’d hid my derision better than that
- Wanting to send a passive aggressive email to the organiser explaining why I was absolutely right and the rest of the world was nuts
- Sending love, love and more love to those poor, poor people to make up for me having been such a burden on their beautiful lives
- Getting on with trying to read my book on the train only to be interrupted by troubling thoughts about the retreat every 5 seconds
- Rejoicing that I’d escaped from that den of … ahem … people with different ideas to me about writing with a full refund and an intact soul.
The exact script (as I remember it) of my dismissal was (something like) this:
Jan: “We’re sorry but this is not working out for us.”
Pete: “I guess that you feel the same way too.”
Jan: “There have been complaints about you and so we’d like you to leave. We’ll give you a full refund. Peter will give you a lift to the train station.”
Robert: “Okay, give me ten minutes.”
My thoughts at that point were along the lines of square pegs and round holes. It wasn’t exactly an ideal match for me, and obviously it wasn’t for them either. Most of the group were poets, all had been there before, all were women of a certain age (apart from Nick, who was a man of a certain age) and there was the distinct feeling that I had happened across an incestuous family who didn’t want me to play with their toys.
I didn’t go out of my way to deliberately annoy anyone – I would probably have been ejected on the first day if I’d let my true feelings be known, but at the same time, I can see how my boisterous nature and forthright manner were not exactly in keeping with the club policy.
Still, three days in Wales for the price of a rail ticket can’t be too bad – right? 🙂
I can’t believe they dumped you. What the hell?!
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Indeed!
Actually it truly was a disguised blessing. I leapt at the opportunity to leave. I just wish I’d have asked them to make me a sandwich for my journey – I was starving by the time I got home! 🙂
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I know you’re only saying that with the benefit of hindsight. It never feels good to be rejected, even when you really want to leave (whether it be a place or a person). Just sandwich? They should’ve given you a tall cup of tea AND dessert on top!
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True that. But I think I coped with it well, worked through my issues quickly and came out the other side without too much bitterness. 🙂
I almost never take my tea with a dessert on top of it – I prefer to keep them separate. 😉
Are you starting to see why they got fed up of me yet?
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You’re soooo high maintenance! I’ll bet you insist on having cloth napkins rather than paper ones too.
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There are some things I insist on (diet) and others I’m easier about (napkins), but yeah – I suppose I am an acquired taste.
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You are an acquired taste? Errr…no comment.
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Was it something I said?
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The taste thing.
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Apparently human flesh tastes like pork. 🙂
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From a reputable source, I suppose. One of your other friendly friends?
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I must have read it somewhere. Not from personal experience, I assure you. I just licked my arm. I can tell it’s not summer yet – it doesn’t taste salty. 🙂
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I wasn’t accusing you of cannabalistic tendencies. You really licked your arm? Weird. 🙂 You only sweat during summer? You better work up a sweat more often in order to clean out your pores!
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Hahaha – I did wonder for a moment. 🙂
Yes, why not lick my arm? You really don’t do things like that? Hmm.
Yes, you’re right – I need to swea … No! Hold on – my pores are fine!
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Sweating is an excellent waste disposal system!
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You know, I never thought about it like that – I always thought of it as a cooling mechanism. But you have me intrigued enough to check. This is what Wikipedia says (because Wikipedia is always right, right?): Sweat glands in the skin secrete a fluid waste called sweat or perspiration; however, its primary functions are temperature control and pheromone release. Therefore, its role as a part of the excretory system is minimal. Sweating also maintains the level of salt in the body.
I think I’ll file that one under ‘O is for Oriental and other’. 🙂
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Okay then. Maybe sweating isn’t an excellent waste disposal system, but I love saunas and steaming baths. I like stimulating an artificial fever. 😊
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Now that is such an interesting statement – probably unique in the English language. I can’t imagine anyone having said that in the history of the world.
“I like stimulating an artificial fever.” 😀
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Now you’re shamelessly flattering me. ☺
“There’s nothing new under the sun.”
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That may be so, but there are combinations of things that are unique. No-one sang Bohemian Rhapsody before Queen did. 🙂
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Absolutely. We all have the same building blocks, and create something new by combining them in unprecedented ways.
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Very true. AnYwAyS – what you wrote was a creating something new by combining words in an unprecedented way.
Sigh.
🙂
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Why the sigh?
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It’s a hard slog. Words are so … wordy. Can’t wait for us all to be chipped (brain embedded Smartphone) so that we can communicate more easily. 🙂
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What about suspense and mystery?l
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Rapidly becoming displaced by urgency and immediacy. 😉
I’m waiting for my pizza to cook. Yes – cook!
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We need space to ponder and imagine. Constantly living in a state of urgency and immediacy erodes our creativity, I think.
Where’s wifey? She no cookey?
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India.
Yeah – true. Modern life is … well, actually, it’s okay. I get by, y’know?
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Really? I just made that all up. 😉
Modern life is… comfortable.
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Don’t stop me now – I’m having such a good time. Having a ball. 🙂
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Did you belt that out at the top of your lungs?
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It was at the end of Hardcore Henry. No, I’m not in a singing mood really. Don’t want to annoy the neighbours too much. 🙂
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You don’t have to sing THAT loud.
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Actually, I think we have new neighbours. The last ones must have done a midnight flit. Probably because of my singing. 🙂
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It can’t be that bad. 😋
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Ha. No. Not really. You’ve heard my songs on Soundcloud haven’t you?
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You’re kidding, right? I used to sing a lot, mostly in a choir.
Doing anything for St. Paddy?
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Nope, not kidding. I never sang in a choir, but I do sing. 🙂
Nope – doing nothing for the Irish. You?
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Wanna direct me to your songs?
No, nothing Irish for me either.
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Oh. I was afraid you were going to say that. Give me a sec and I’ll see if I can find them …
Oh, actually it’s quite easy. If you search for ‘levishedated soundcloud’ on Google you’ll find it every time. It’s the top hit. The word ‘levishedated’ is mine. It’s a word I made up to find my stuff. 🙂
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No need to be afraid. 😊
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I don’t really mean like that. They are open to the world. I just meant that I thought they might be difficult for me to find. But they were easy actually. 🙂
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Well, I’m afraid. I have not decided yet whether you should remain voiceless to me. I’ll think about it.
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Try listening to the spoken me first. There is a post that I recorded. I think it’s called ‘Comedy’. Let me see if I can dig that one out. You have earphones? One sec …
Yeah – here it is:
https://wordpress.com/post/levishedated.wordpress.com/8900
Again – really easy to find.
It’s not a video. 🙂
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I’ll…think about it. I’m scared.
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I have a nice voice. English and reassuring. 🙂
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Okay. ☺
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I sense you want to go home. 🙂
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Yes, I do. And off to bed for you? Thanks for the chat, Robert. Until…whenever.
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Yes. Off to bed for me in a short while. I’m going to curl up with a cup of tea and a book called ‘The Elements of Eloquence: How to Turn the Perfect English Phrase’. 🙂
Have a lovely evening. Hope we can get to chat again … whenever.
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Curl up with a cup of tea? That sounds so English. My left shoulder blade and arm is sore from yesterday…she really worked it. Enjoy your reading, but be gentle on your eyes. You only have two (I think?). Okay then.
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Yes – I have two. They are both doing good, thanks. They send you their regards. 🙂
Stretch your arms back as far as they can go, and then up and back, and then grab your hands behind your back with straight arms and push your arms up. Works for me. 🙂
Thanks, S. It was good to chat.
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Gra-th-ias, Robert. 😊
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Prego.
(I think that might be Italian)
🙂
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I put an ‘l’ after the question mark by mistake. 😞
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We must allow ourselves to make small mistakes. It’s alright, S – I still respect you.
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Thanks, the respect is mutual.
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Despite my limp prose and lackadaisical attitude to syntax? 🙂
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Yes. (You’re fishing for validation, and I’m not biting.)
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Ironic. All I am to you is prose. 🙂
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Ouch! 😉
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When you think about it – it’s just words, isn’t it? Didn’t intend to hurt – sorry.
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I wasn’t really hurt, but don’t pretend that words can’t hurt. That “sticks and stones” expression is false bravado. I sometimes wonder why you talk to me but rarely read my posts. Time constraints, I know. And I’m not saying you have to. Just that it would be nice once in a while. 😊
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I do get that a lot. I guess that it is all about me at the end of the day. If I read your comment then it is directed towards me. If I read your post then it is less likely to be directed to me. I am afraid of overcommitting too. Even to answer comments on my blog is a big time commitment. But yes, you’re right – words can hurt terribly. We give our heart away every day and only parts of it come back, and even they are scratched and torn. I’m sorry.
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I understand, Robert. There’s no need to apologise. 😊
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So where are you in your day, now. What plans for the rest of it? It’s nearly bedtime here and I’m watching Ally McBeal when I should be doing an exercise for the Open Uni course. Is there no hope for me?
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Approaching the end of my work day – I’ll be here for another hour or so. Then, I’ll be trudging home in the slushy snow (eeww). Feed my cats and myself, write/read, watch the videos you sent me, take a shower, and go to bed. Very exciting stuff. 😉
Ally McBeal is too skinny (and I don’t say that about many people). There’s definitely hope for you.
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I’m disturbed by how skinny Calista Flockhart is too. Plus – I signed up to watch a comedy, but it’s all a little too maudlin for me.
You day sounds much like mine. In fact – apart from the snow (and the cats), pretty much identical. I wish that I could connect with people. It bothers me that I can’t seem to. It’s like I have something missing in me. And yes, I realise the irony of what I just said, vis-à-vis our conversations.
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Every day after work, I look forward to going back home to my Indonesian cat greeting me at the door. The other cat is English. No joke. We got her from the UK, and she’s the one I’m a little allergic to.
I’m good at connecting with other people one on one, but I have very few friends. As for long-term friendships (longer than 3 years or so), I have almost none. So, whenever I move to another place/country, I don’t tend to miss anyone.
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Ha. Fancy that – allergic to English (’cause I’m sure that’s the part you have difficulty with, right? Nothing to do with the dander or the fur or any of the other allergens a cat harbours). 🙂
I have no friends here. Unless I redefine my definitions. I suppose.
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So THAT’S why my sinuses were always congested in England. 😉 Kidding, kidding. I needed only two Canadian references who had known me for at least two years for my recent passport renewal, and I scrambled to find two “friends” I could count on. One was my sister’s longtime friend, and the other was one of my mum’s friends. Sad, right?
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I’m not sure that’s sad. It’s just … Well actually, it depends how you feel about it. If you’re okay with it, then it’s fine. If you’re not, then … well, I’m not sure what then.
Hmm. (Hmm is my ‘not sure’ noise – just in case you hadn’t caught on.)
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I’m fine with it. It’s just really inconvenient at times.
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Makes sense. I mean – what are people there for but for our convenience. 😀
You saw that my tongue was in my cheek there, right?
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Cheeky monkey! 🙉
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Yep – that’s me. 🙂
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Oh, Robert, I am so angry on your behalf! Yes, I’m sure it’s just as well you didn’t stay, but, sheesh, how incredibly rude they were. They actually said people complained about you?? That even hurts my feelings! You know I love your sense of humor and even though we’ve disagreed sometimes, we’ve talked it out and are as close as two people can be who are separated by miles and miles of ocean 😉 next time come to the States and we’ll set up a fabulous writing retreat!
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I think that I am probably quite intimidating in real life. Either that, or the course leader is rather sensitive. Anyway, I only think of it when I brush my teeth (what’s that all about?) at which point I send lots of loving vibes to all concerned. It’s all good, and you are very sweet, Dee. It’s nice to have you on my side. 🙂
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Intimidating? I would not think that of you. Annoying, maybe 😉
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Hahaha – yes, that too, Dee. You do know me so well. 😀
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🙂 I think so…
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Oh, noooo! I’ve been looking forward to reading about the retreat. Well, your post is excellent, like reading a really good story (which it is). Fish out of water. That’s what we say here. Obviously they all had closed minds. How unfortunate for them. As you say, a free trip to Wales can’t be all bad.
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It was a good outcome really – that’s what I keep telling myself. But at the same time, I have to learn some lessons from it. Be polite, be kind, be true to yourself. Difficult combination for me, but I’m working on it. 🙂
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Well said, Robert. Yes, that’s what you need to do, even when you know you’re in a room with people who just don’t get it. I’ve been there, wanting to grab a microphone and speak up. But, I didn’t, and that was a good thing. Sigh… it is hard. Sounds you were a fish out of water, anyway.
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Yes, I was a fish gasping for air. I really did have to bite my tongue. Like you – it was good that I did. 🙂
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Ahhh, do you think you have missed any think?
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No, Elaine. I think that I had about as much as I could take. It was good of the course leader to let me off the hook. It was kind of her to see my pain and put me out of it. 🙂 Do read much of what I write here? *Robert wonders to himself if he should be embarrassed*
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Oh no…well, indeed, at least you get your money back, but..Oh no!
Sorry for you, it didn’t turned out to be what you’ve expected it to be 😦
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Who could have known. There are soooo many poets in the writing world – you would not believe! Maybe it’s a good way to express feeling concisely. I’ll get there.
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I do believe, since I ‘work’ with some of them regularly 🙂
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So you do. I even know some of them. 🙂
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