After hanging out with Shannon Hale and her fab entourage, I went to BYU to teach at an annual writer’s workshop. And really, I don’t know when I’ve had so much fun. Writers are great to hang out with because they totally get me. Not only that, I can go on and on about the sins of misusing point of view or faulty motivation and people actually care about what I’m saying. They write it down. (As opposed to my husband and kids who try to block me out.)
Carol and Cherie, who were in charge of the conference were hilarious. I will never forget them dancing around Stephen Fraser in sunglasses to the song Secret Agent Man. And I’m sure Stephen won’t forget it either. Rick Walton and Will Terry ought to be comedians. I want copies of their presentations to cheer me up every time I get to down about this business. I won’t detail the entire staff–but they were all wonderful.
Also, it’s great to bounce ideas off of other writers. When I was critiquing my class’s manuscripts I think I tried to add romance subplots to all of them. So you’re writing sci-fi story about the end of the world? It could use a little romance. A coming of age, character driven novel, about a girl coming to terms with her mother’s abandonment? Add a neighbor boy. And some raccoons. Because raccoons are really cute and kids love them.
I think I gave the class all my best ideas.
We had lots of fun, and I hadn’t anticipated how hard it was going to be to say goodbye to my class. I miss them already, and I want to know how all of their stories turn out.
So Amy, Julie, Susan, Melinda, Laura, Lisa, Elizabeth, Mike, Darlene, Kaye, Kristi, Jared, and Erin, (am I forgetting anyone?) when you get published, I want to know!
Oh, and one more thing–I told my class that I had used Orlando Bloom’s name in a shameless attempt to get more hits on my blog. They didn’t approve of my methods. They suggested that instead of simply writing Orlando Bloom, Orlando Bloom, Orlando Bloom over and over again that I should write: Shirtless Orlando Bloom, Shirtless Orlando Bloom, Shirtless Orlando Bloom. (You can tell my class consisted of mainly women.)