WRITING TO BE READ

Get Your Sorry Ass to the Writing to Be Read Retreat, Do You Hear Me?

In which I drop super-secret intelligence so you have no excuse

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4 min readApr 2, 2024

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The crest of a hill on a state state highway in a heavily wooded area. I bicyclist can be seen stopped on the right-hand side of the road.
Photo by Nicolas Duvieusart Déry on Unsplash, detail

I knew about the Writing to Be Read retreat when it was barely beyond the stage of being a figment of Susan Brearley’s feverish imagination. Susan is a woman who dreams big, and who isn’t afraid to turn dreams into reality.

To get it off the ground she needed to recruit lifters. She has a ready pool of potential recruits in the form of the MuddyUm co-editorial staff, which currently numbers 16, not counting me. I say not counting me because I’m retired. Spreadsheets, timelines, delegation — it all seems too much like work.

I won’t be banging on the drum all day because I’m not a drummer. But you get the idea.

During one Mudditor meeting they started sharing screens to show how they were assigning, re-assigning, re-re-assigning, and re-re-re-assigning tasks using some new software they all considered way beyond cool. As my eyes…

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