I remember now
I remember now why I write. Just got back from the DFW Writer’s Workshop, and listening to a new young writer, Jamie Lavish, who’s writing a financial thriller, reminded me why I miss writing so much. That intense sense of accomplishment when someone you respect compliments you on a turn of phrase or your dialogue, and even when they see the bits you missed is such a rush in so many ways. And I remembered why I go to the Workshop–listening to Daryl, who has such a wicked sense of humor, and watching him stretch away from reality and into fiction. Listening to Steve, who has such a deft sense of language and place in Quaver’s Quest. Amazing… my friends, who write like nobody’s business.
I love the Workshop, and missed it while I was away. I was so pleased when Don invited me back, and hope I can be of some use. I know I’ll be there on Wednesdays, short of death or disease, for the foreseeable future.
