Last weekend I attended a working retreat run by my agency, Barry Goldblatt Literary. “Camp Barry” — which is actually run by Barry, Joe, and Beth — took place at Club Med Sandpiper in Florida and consisted of communal meals, awesome discussion groups, and late night pool parties. (I would mention the ubiquitous “chocolate bread,” but that might make you too jealous.)
I’m having a hard time articulating my feelings about the weekend because the experience so exceeded my expectations. Honestly, I thought I’d feel awkward at Club Med, as I don’t often frequent such resorts, but it was really quite casual and convenient. I also didn’t expect to meet such amazing people, and to form such strong bonds with them so quickly. I mean, I suspected they’d all be smart, talented, and funny professionals, but it was their generosity, passion, and authenticity took me by surprise. There was even one conversation that moved me to tears repeatedly, and made me talk about something I rarely ever talk about with anyone.
And hey, I finally got to meet my awesome agent, Joe Monti, in person! That alone was worth the travel time.
Now that I’m home, my brain feels overstuffed with ideas. I added something like four dozen books and graphic novels to my reading list and am dying to read all of them immediately. But the cool thing? I’m not just excited about my own books now — I’m excited about every project I heard about at the retreat. I feel refreshed, energized, and inspired.
So, thanks to Barry, Joe, and Beth, and all the other Camp Barry attendees for a fantastic weekend. I can’t wait till next year!
Any questions about the retreat? Please ask!
13 thoughts on “Camp Barry”
Um, yeah. I have a question. Can I come next year?
What, Starry Heaven wasn't enough for you?!? :-D
Now there's a triple play worth celebrating — "refreshed, energized and inspired!" (On the other hand, fearing you'd feel awkward at a resort earns you an eye roll. So, repeat after me: "I am worthy. I am mighty. I can be my authentic, super-spiffy self ANYWHERE I go." Better yet, print it out and tape it to the mirror.)
I was more worried about my lack of appropriate resort clothes! But okay, okay — point taken. :)
yay! i'm so happy about how things went too. it was so worth going. it really really was. the bonus chocolate bread and judgment orca were merely extras. (wait, if we weren't talking about the chocolate bread, was i not supposed to mention judgment orca?)
Judgment orca? There were orca present? That's so awesome. (*whine, whimper*)
As Sara says later, the Judgment Orca was inflatable. Replace the family in this picture with tipsy writers in a pool at midnight, and you get the idea:
<img src="https://www.jennreese.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/judgmentorca.png" width="250">
If you tell me there were otters of ANY kind, my head is gonna explode.
One of my favorite memories of the whole weekend was you astride the Judgment Orca, silently gliding across the pool, spreading your stylish judgment upon us all.
You had me at chocolate bread.
Dude. Chocolate bread. That's all I'm gonna say.
and next year you'll be a veteran!
jenn, it was so excellent to meet you. remember that you have portland guestroom access!
sally, the orca was inflatable. (not sure if that increases or decreases its appeal…)
I will not forget about the Portland guestroom — trust me!!! And you, my friend, are one of the reasons my head is so full of ideas. Can't get that comic/graphic novel discussion out of my head!
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