This will be difficult. I've been home for a month now, and my thoughts are still in a jumble. It was an intense, mind-melting experience . . . but also very rewarding. It reminded me of my time at Odyssey Writing Workshop in 2013--as though I'd left normal spacetime and entered a strange bubble dimension. Those eight days felt more like eight weeks, yet they also seemed to fly by in a wonderful blur.
|The back of my head is quite photogenic.|
Each day was packed to the brim with useful information, with the occasional break to accommodate our growling stomachs and (as Dave Farland put it) our weak human bladders. We learned a little about every level of the craft, from plot to setting to characterization. We even got a crash course in the business and promotion aspects of the industry.
And just as our brains were nice and mushy, along came the infamous 24-hour story challenge. It began with Tim Powers passing out a selection of random tokens. This included items like an empty pack of cigarettes, an oddly-shaped piece of metal, and a plain rock. I got a seven-year Alcoholics Anonymous coin. After that, we all walked to a local library for some spontaneous research. Next, we were sent out into the streets of Hollywood with a nerve-wracking challenge: talk to a stranger. We had to approach someone we'd never met and strike up a conversation. I'm a shy introvert, so this was not easy for me. Nonetheless, I managed to chat up not one, but two different people. And neither of them grimaced and ran away!
|The Return of the Back of My Head|
I'd been dreading this, because I've always been a slow writer. I had to completely abandon my usual process and just plow ahead through my outline. Every time I'd start to slow down and polish things up, I'd look at the clock and force myself onward. Somehow, I managed to cobble together a tale about a woman forced to give up magic for the sake of her sanity. It was a very rough draft, rougher than I'm used to, but it had a beginning, middle, and end. I plan to revise it and send it out into the world.
|Oh, did you'd think it'd be a pic of the front of my head?|
I still can't help but smile in disbelief at that list of names. I grew up reading some of these authors. To get the opportunity to not just meet them, but learn from them, and hang out with them . . . wow.
And that word is probably the best way to sum up my entire week at the Writers of the Future workshop. Was it all sunshine and roses? Not really. There were times when I was tired and socially overloaded, and the last thing I wanted was someone following me around snapping pictures. There wasn't much time to recharge my introversion batteries each day. But honestly, the ginormous positives outweigh those puny negatives by a metric buttload. It was an experience I'll remember for the rest of my life.
EDITED TO ADD:
So . . . it's now been three months since I've returned home from the workshop, and I've finally come down from the reverie. And I realize now that this blog entry is likely to be found by writers googling Writers of the Future for insight into what the experience is like and whether or not it's worth it entering the contest. I know that because that's exactly what I did before entering. So if you're one of those people and you have specific questions about the contest or workshop that you're not sure were answered herein, please feel free to contact me and I'd be glad to answer them. I'm also willing to get into more detail about the negative side of the experience, which I'm now realizing I kind of glossed over in this entry (largely because I really do feel the positives far outweight the negatives).