Monday, May 20, 2013

After Bread Loaf, a Retreat

The New England Young Writers Conference at Bread Loaf was a tremendous success. It always is, but I'd been away from it for five years, and felt pretty rusty going in. Though I arrived frazzled, and was exhausted most of the time (we had a very busy workshop schedule), it was an enormously rewarding experience. This conference selects over two hundred talented and motivated high school-aged writers, and they were a wonderful bunch of kids. One of my students came all the way from Paris for the workshop—a half-French girl with an Aussie accent and a great sense of humor. Another turned out to be the son of a horror writer I once did a bunch of book signings with. As always in the past, I enjoyed getting to know the other writer-teachers (there were about twenty of us), who were of all stripes and genres, but all very friendly. And my reading of an excerpt from Neptune Crossing to the whole conference was very well received.

Allysen, meanwhile, put her foot down and said she wasn't letting me come home until I'd taken a few days for myself. Thanks to her diligent research, I am now holed up at an inn near Woodstock, Vermont and Quechee Gorge. First goal, to rest and decompress. Second goal: start wrapping my head around The Reefs of Time again, and start finishing that sucker.

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At 9:58 AM, Anonymous Judy Mintz said...

Hmm... Start finishing? I don't like the sound of that. But good luck.

At 11:45 AM, Blogger Jeffrey A. Carver said...

Well, what I meant was, life events had pretty much ground my progress onto a siding. Now I hope to get the train moving again.

At 6:20 PM, Anonymous Rich Bowker said...

Wait a minute. Allysen has to show up every day at that editorial sweatshop of hers, and she insists that you're the one who needs a few days off?


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