Today, I have little to report from yet another extraordinary day at the Humber College Summer Writer’s Workshop not because it wasn’t extraordinary (you have no idea how long it took me to type that word correctly). All the days have been so. Today, though was notable for at least three reasons – but all for me personally.
- Our class, led by Alistair MacLeod, did not shred, eviscerate, mangle, or otherwise destroy my submission as I feared they would. In fact, they all rather liked it or they said they did and that’s good enough for me.
- MacLeod actually used the words “love” with regard to the piece. No, he didn’t say “I love this story!” but he did say things like, “I love the way you placed the character here,” or “I love the way you illustrated the scene there.” Stuff like that – just enough to send me over the moon and back.
- The venerable MacLeod gave a reading of his short story “As Birds Bring Forth the Sun” to the entire assembly. His rich baritone made the words come alive, prose became poetry and roughly eighty souls were lifted in unison for twenty minutes.
The workshop ends tomorrow. I am ready and I am not. My brain is full to bursting; I truly believe I cannot take much more and yet I am loath to see it end. One of the literary agents and I got to chatting this afternoon; she asked what I was working on. I described it (badly) and she still said that I should give her a call.
Now, to The Reunion of Truth: because I was in a state of very high anxiety on the drive to Humber this morning, I devised a little game to distract myself. The game involves writing a story in my head. By the time I got from the east end of Toronto to the far western Hinterlands where Humber is located, I had invented a big story about an extended family who are called together for a rather bizarre reunion. It might not amount to much but we’ll see. Every spare minute found me scribbling in my notebook.
A good day, all in all.