I’m back from VP, after the long long long haul. I was fortunate to duck bad weather and baby hurricanes. Getting up at 5:45AM helped, although I didn’t feel that way at the time (having gone to bed at 2:30 the night before).
So to describe the experience…
Two analogies formed for me during and after VP XII:
- My writing is juggling. I’m a beginning juggler who should be juggling three balls. Instead, I’m juggling three chainsaws. Meaning I’m making things too complicated.
- I went to VP thinking I was in a car that needed a tune-up. Maybe there was a busted taillight, at most. I arrived and was informed the engine was shot and all the tired bald. Meaning my work has a long way to go.
Necessary? Same answer.
So Moneymaker will get a rewrite, I expect. Not ready to start yet, although I’m surprised to discover I’m already thinking about ways to fix it.
Every minute of VP was great for me, and I should be a better writer in the days and weeks ahead. No small thanks to the instructors, staff, and fellow students for that.