It’s 7 a.m. on Sunday, the day I return home from my week at the Tin House Summer Writer’s Workshop. This is the transition day, though of course the transition from a week at a writer’s workshop back to my regular life will take much longer.
It’s been an amazing week. The aesthetic of the workshop can best be exemplified in two of the concurrent lectures that took place on the first day. In the main hall they had a panel called “The Agent Game” featuring a discussion of the publishing side of things from the 3 agents here with us at the beginning of the week. Across the circular drive in the chapel, Matthew Dickman, one of the poetry faculty, led a talk called “We Don’t Need No Stinking Agents,” about other non-agenty ways to get your work out into the world. As the Summer Workshop director Lance Cleland said, “we take our writing seriously, but we don’t take ourselves too seriously.” Throughout the week there was a lot of laughter and a lot of hard-working writers sharing their ideas with one another. Each day concluded with faculty readings in the beautiful outdoor amphitheater at the edge of Reed Lake, where ducks landed and took off mid-reading, punctuating the writers’ sentences as they skimmed across the water.
The critique workshop itself was great, especially the supportive and intelligent group of writers who assembled every morning in Vollum Hall, Room 134 to give opinions on how to make our work better. I’m glad to be able to add some new writer friends to my wonderfully supportive writing community. Continue reading