Okay, so I am literally terrible at keeping a blog and basically only write when necessity, well, necessitates.

The PlayGround reading and the BAPF table read both went well–thanks to all who came/read–though at the same time I can still see how far I have to go before I’ll actually start sending out these plays.

The real news is that I’ll actually be spending the month of June at Hawthornden Castle just outside of Edinburgh (my final writing retreat of the year), owned by Drue Heinz (of Paris Review and ketchup fame). I will once again get my food in baskets (a la MacDowell) and complain about being alone (which is what a retreat essentially is, but somehow I always end up griping about the isolation).

Legend goes that Robert the Bruce hid in the caves that the castle was built on, but for the modern reader’s reference, I’ll just say that I’ll be able to see Roslyn Chapel across the way (the church where the Da Vinci Code ended).

It’s an actual 16th century castle, which means, in addition to being cool, old, and drafty, it lacks internet and phone reception. Word has it that there’s internet at the next village over, which is about a half hour walk, so I may update some, but for the most part, I’ll be MIA until July 3.

Oh, I’m so excited, but will probably stop being so once the fog and/or ghost of William Drummond comes out at night.

Here’s a picture of the castle (ooh):