I'm so impressed with both Karen and Bear as instructors for the workshop—so great at outlining basics, yet also at issues of art and inspiration, practical about the practical issues and yet able to point to the things about writing that you can't really quite talk about. Karen's passion and Bear's energy—or is it Karen's energy and Bear's passion—inspired me. I also liked both of them so much as people.
I know I sound like a cheerleader when I talk about this process, but this is the ninth time I have experienced it as an observer (and once previously as a participant) and I remain fascinated by how it works and how while each group of students and instructors is different, the process has similarities.
Sure there are rough spots, critiques that shred the author's skin, moments of painful exhaustion, interpersonal rough spots, but the crucible that is this kind of workshop still burns off an amazing amount of dross and an astonishing amount of gold.
In the meantime, Jim turned 50(!), Devin continued to recover from her ACL surgery, and our other niece, Meredith, from the brain tumour surgery (still no final word about the biopsy, which is nagging at me). We've had spells of hot weather for Seattle, and now some cold/rainy/windy. We've been picking blackcurrants and raspberries. Cherry season has been tasty.
I continue to struggle to catch up with the write-a-thon, various household and personal tasks and to catch up on that constant barrage called email. I'd really better do something quickly, as the inbox approaches 1,000 messages retained in expectation of me doing something with them. I've tossed all the rest. How does this happen?
For my listening, reading, and writing updates, as well as a day touring Scotland in July 1997, see Les Semaines.