If The Twilight Zone and Masterpiece Theater were real human beings and they ever met on the street, they would fall in love and get married. The product of this 'marriage' would be The Woman In Black.
I love writer’s workshops. I have attended writer’s workshops and conferences every summer since the sixth grade, from the Kenyon Review Young Writers’ Program in Ohio to the Susquehanna Advanced Writers’ Workshop in Pennsylvania. I have volunteered at the Stillwater Poetry Festival and taught at the Everhart Museum’s Summer Arts Camp for Children. Yes, I really, really love writer’s workshops.
They afforded me a valuable sense of community in which to share ideas as well as the ability to use prompts to shift the paradigm of how I viewed my writing and perhaps, how I should write. It is a place to meet new ideas and cultivate literary relationships with those ideas. I strongly urge any writer who hasn’t attended a writer’s workshop or conference to apply. One thing to remember is, dear reader, that while every writer’s workshop has a different atmosphere depending on how long it lasts, who sponsors it, and who attends; there will always be a few notorious characters you can never escape.
At every writer’s workshop I have attended I have encountered the literary idol. The literary idol is usually a teacher at the workshop whom possesses an ego bigger than Shaq’s and a cult following bigger than Joss Whedon’s. His stories are always meta-fictional, his speaking abilities on par with George Clooney’s acting talent, and his life, sensational. In other words, imagine a Bruce Willis using a pen to beat terrorists up instead of his fists. He is a writer whose strategy for defeating writer’s block is to go out to hunt Nazis in his time machine. After he has written his meta-masterpiece about a man stranded in the wilderness until he realizes he is a fictional character and jumps out of the novel and beats up his creator, the literary idol relaxes with a bottle of gin while counting the number of hairs in his beard.