I applied for the Stanford Certificate in Writing (Novel) this week. Whether I will be accepted or not is not the most important thing. I believe strongly in throwing out to the universe my intentions. If I don't say anything, who will listen?
I have been contemplating attending a writer's workshop this summer. Ideas I have contemplated include Squaw Valley Writer's Workshop, Mendocino Coast Writer's Workshop, Thrillerfest, Napa Valley Writer's Conference, and the Iowa Writer's workshop. If I could only attend them all! Alas, practicality intervenes. I am definitely applying to Squaw Valley and crossing my fingers that I will be accepted. I change my mind about attending one more on a daily basis. Stay tuned!
This week, I will be working on rewriting a poem I wrote on Valentine's Day. I don't usually like to write poetry, as my inner critic cannot be held back on this particular genre! I visualize my inner critic as a man. Hmm. What would Freud say about that? This man can be gagged on occasion. He tends to be quiet during writing workshops (I have no idea why). But he is not a fan of my few and feeble attempts at poetry. He did like my Valentine's poem, perhaps because it was written to a man! I also plan on submitting the finished poem to a poetry contest. Again, if I don't speak, who will listen?
Yesterday I listened to an audiobook again for another hour. Sue Grafton E is for Evidence. I rarely read a book or watch a movie twice. I just don't have the time to repeat things! But, I am relistening to all the Sue Grafton novels on audiobook. I am finding they are as delightful as ever. In fact, I remember very few details of her early works so it is like listening to a new story.
An additional 1 hour of work. 9,991 hours to go!
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