.....that other bird

I'm here too!

I'm the other bird, Wren.  A nickname given to me by my mother as a skinny legged girl that roamed around in a daydream.

'tis true, Lark is the Author At Heart, I'm fairly certain her inner dialogue is in prose!  I suppose I'm more the comedic relief to her quiet grace ~ but that knack for a laugh has served me well in life.

Our dream of a Fantasy Retirement Home for Aging Geeks has been slowly turning from pure silliness (Raoul the pool boy/massage therapist/deaf mute that cooks gourmet low-fat meals and rubs our feet) into a idea for a real retreat.  At first we dreamed of a sprawling estate, with a Georgian Mansion where groups of women could meet for Grown-up Summer Camp.  That has given way to a more manageable goal of a writer's retreat catering to a just a few guests at a time offering utter peace and tranquility to be quiet and finish "that project".   We will be able to offer Beta Reading along with editing and proofreading services (I will be brushing up on those skills).  We can see the opportunity in front of us to indulge in what gives each of us bliss, but we know we have to arrange and design this to give us a living.  I don't even contemplate the steepness of our learning curve 'cause I'm afraid of heights.

Lark likes to ride zip-lines.

Some of our plans are pure pipe-dreams, others are more feasible, and somewhere there in the middle lies our own version of Nirvana.  Join us as we discover what's possible, what's impossible, and what we'll just do anyway.

I'm pretty sure Raoul will be there too.