Oh where even to start… this last weekend I spent time just outside of Dallas with kindred souls. We critiqued, broke plots, ate, drank and giggled our way through. Yes, it was exhausting, and yes, Dallas’ weather is the stuff of nightmares.
But I came out the other side so pleased!
The ten other writers obliged me in a plot break for my new novel, which actually evolved into more of a world building session. That was fine by me. I purposefully did not submit questions ahead of time so that the discussion could be more organic. I talked to my father about the suggestions, and he also provided some great insights.
All in all I’m stoked to get back to work on this sucker!
And as grateful as I am for the feedback, there was much more to love about the workshop: old friends and new friends, affirmation that this is a profession worth pursuing, and lastly – whiskey followed by pickle juice will made me cringe.
Here’s a little cowboy hat action, although I have to say I saw very few of these! Guess I’ll just have to go back to Texas sometime…
I miss everyone already, and I haven’t laughed so hard in months! Definitely cannot wait for the next workshop/convention/writerly outing.