Simple economics lesson from writing camp, folks. Cost-benefit analysis.
It's not really awful that I drank myself silly, here. I didn't leave the property. I had a fun time. But this morning was kind of a waste because of it. I can't sleep in anymore, even if I want to. Which I did, and my body promptly awoke at 5:30 AM. So today was just a lot of waiting to feel better. But let me back the bus up and write about the stuff I was too loopy for last night:
Yesterday morning I attended two lectures, the first from Steve Almond (hilarious!) on the topic of self-publishing. The second was from Electric Literature's editor-in-chief, Andy Hunter. Each was inspiring, enlightening, and useful in terms of specific information about getting writing out into the world.
Workshop yesterday was cross-genre (like a minor), and it was my first ever poetry workshop. It went really well. In poetry workshops we get to discuss a much wider variety of work just because it's short. So we workshopped a poem I wrote last month, Yummus. It's about (duh!) hummus. I'll post it soon. I didn't die, which is my threshold for workshop success.
Last night went about how you'd imagine it.
This morning I had already planned not to go to either lecture, so the aftermath of my fun-tastic shenanigans the night before didn't keep me from anything other than a good mood. I spent the morning doing some laundry in my bathtub (yeah I did), napping, laying by the pool, and napping again until the headache was gone. Lord, have mercy. I made strict plans NOT to drink tonight.
By lunch all was well again and workshop today was hilarious. We had some interesting threads
Tomorrow I get to hear Jillian Lauren (author of Some Girls: My Life In A Harem) speak, and I have my first one-on-one sit down for the week with her as well.
I'm exhausted. Again. In a good way.