Last weekend I went to my first writers workshop. As a journalist, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but my nerves were high.
I didn’t know anyone, it was two-days and two hours in each direction, so a hotel was involved, and it was in an area I am not too familiar with.
To say I was out of my comfort zone would have been an understatement, but at the same time, that was exactly why I wanted to go.
First of all, the setting was beautiful and it was super well organized. The days started with a delicious breakfast, and I can’t think of a better place to write than a screened-in porch less than 50 feet away from the shores of Lake Champlain.
But, I wasn’t prepared for the first session. I am not sure what I expected, but I was definitely “green” at this book writing stuff and I wasn’t prepared for the exercises that lied ahead — like writing dialog with someone pretending that you both speak a different language. Although, looking back, it was likely the best thing for me. By the time the next to last session of the day came, I was totally feeling it and it was awesome.