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.
Aw, you’re making me blush! Thanks for the compliment. The Workshop is one of the smartest things I’ve ever done and is one of the highlights of my week. I get very grouchy when I have to miss the meeting.