It’s writing group week. At this time of the year, we’re at Pam Houston‘s ranch in Creede, Colorado. There are nine of us here, two who couldn’t make it. Saturday night we arrived to a dinner of salmon, fresh corn on the cob and green beans, and tomato and basil salad. For a bunch of writers, we could not stop talking.
Sunday was the first workshop day–three stories. No talking by the writer; it’s just what’s on the page. Possibilities emerge that the writer often is not even able to see herself. We did interrupt a critique to watch the hail storm that lasted so long it turned the world white.
The weathe
r doesn’t seem to want to cooperate–it’s a relentless parade of afternoon thunderstorms. We move our afternoon pasture walks to the morning.
Horses, Irish wolfhounds, yellow
aspens, bluebirds, storm clouds…
Moments to remember: a conversation at the table sends Pam to find a poem by Heather McHugh from Hinge & Sign, which she reads to us; a poetry talk Monday afternoon by Greg Glazner; hanging laundry on the line on Tuesday; a reading Wednesday night by Summer Wood from her just finished novel, Wrecker, breakfasts of blueberry scones, howling initiated by Liam, but joined in by almost all of us.
Did you said…blueberry scones? I am coming!!!
Ho! And I want to play with Liam and the other dogs, and the horses.
After work, of course.
Have a great workshop! Lot of fun!
Sounds perfect.
Sublime!
Heaven.
The most magical place on earth.
Mireille, Lisa, Darrelyn and Karyn-What a week! Cool weather, golden aspens, snow-capped mountains and excellent, really excellent critiques. Thanks for your comments.
Barb-We missed you! And Patricia loved her jacket!
That looks amazing! Thanks for sharing : )
What a lovely way to cap off summer.
Tricia, it was lovely in so many ways.
Oh, sounds wonderful!
I am envious – I can’t wait for my turn in the years to come for a writing retreat 🙂
Jennifer-Make sure that happens!