The YA League Writing Retreat: Shenanigans Part 1

The thing about getting a group of people together who have been friends for ages (but who have never actually met in person) is . . . the "writing retreat" definition becomes kind of . . . fluid.

Everything that has happened since we landed in Scotland:

1. A-holes.

First, a squeal scream of delight, followed by a group hug. And another group hug. And another group hug. While people in the airport were all:

teehee. She said "ass".

Meanwhile, we were:

Shut up, we're fabulous!

2. NOVELTY!

3. DUCKS.

Ducksducksducksducks!!! Feeding ducks is funny as all hell, especially when the seagulls get pissed and jump on the ducks backs.

We do this a lot. 

4. Moooooovies. (*cough* Pitch Perfect *cough*)

With us watching it:

5. Plotting.

I am an evil genius.

6. Unfortunately, around 3am, sleep forces:

We are having a blast here on our retreat! :D