Fiction? Me? Hm.

Well, apparently I may have a future in writing Hallmark-ish fiction. 

Not really, but an extended writing exercise yesterday was a lot of fun, and it gave me some really great strategies on how to lead young writers into and through a short piece of fiction. Neat, huh? And it was not all about my broken psyche! Not self-reflective or indulgent at all! Hooray!

It was essentially a meet-cute that involves a professional dog walker, a handsome stranger in a suit, and an unexpected re-meeting on an airplane. That's as far as I've gotten, and it's likely it'll just stay there, a little flash-teaser of formulaic romantic fiction. 

We wrote seven drafts yesterday, three in rapid succession, and then four more after lunch. My brain was tired last night, for sure. 

And the reading of the participants' work last night was fun, too. G and I didn't stay for the socializing after (we did have dinner with the crew before hand), as we were both pretty tired and 5am comes early.

So today is the next-to-last day, which is always a little sad for me. Not everyone stays for the Writing Intensive (a bonus 1 1/2 days of just writing), so it'll be time to say farewell to some of my old and new friends. Again. I look forward to this week every summer, and it's pretty clear most of us feel the same way. Distance is a real problem that even Zoom calls can't fix, when your best friends don't live anywhere near you. 

Have a good day,

C