If any of my regular email buddies have noticed I’ve been quiet of late, it’s because I’m sequestered away at a writing retreat in Oberon, country New South Wales, along with fellow members of FWOR. We are staying on a delightful property called Stone Hedge where, there is, less delightfully, no internet access, except for at the top of a long and winding driveway. That’s where I’m sitting now, sucking up credit on Nicole’s dongle. Mostly we’ve been making occasional trips into Oberon itself to take advantage of the Monkey Bean café’s internet service. Oberon’s so small, it doesn’t even have a Maccas!Not having internet has been good in terms of allowing me to focus on the spit polishing of the front end of my manuscript. On the downside, no internet is just plain weird. I feel like half my brain is disconnected.Nicole and I have been walking in the…