It’s been a long time since I’ve put pen to paper like this. In today’s high-tech world, this photo seems almost quaint, doesn’t it?

I had a phone call with a well-known writer-editor yesterday. He’s doing four-day intensive writing workshops in San Francisco this spring, and I applied. The schedule for the four days is grueling, and the cost is very high. But the quality of the input and the ability to progress my writing makes it something I would do.

Each student is required to bring a manuscript to workshop in “class”. Up to 20 pages. And then a second, for one-on-one input from the editor. I mean, really, really a great opportunity.

Mostly, I write personal essays. Creative non-fiction, memoir. Short form. I probably have a book length collection of essays in me. And I have a hard drive full of things I’ve started, worked on, finished, didn’t do anything with. But I don’t have two 20-page manuscripts ready for input.

I’d love to have the time and ability to just write. To hone what I’ve got into something really great. To attend this class. It would be a complete luxury.

But right now, I’m trying to get the new business off the ground.

Priorities. First things first.

A lifetime doesn’t seem long enough to do all the things I want to do.