When I recently received a request to attend a writing workshop, I had to rethink what my writing is to me. If it is a hobby, then how could I justify the near two thousand dollars it would take for me to attend? On the other hand,if I truly intend to be a published writer, don’t I need to get out there and schmooze, a term that makes my skin crawl when I visualize phony people doing whatever it takes to be noticed. I doubt it is like that, really, and from what I have heard, writing conferences are a great way to make contacts, learn and interact with people with similar aspirations. It just doesn’t seem like it should have to be like that. Where are the days when a story would sell itself, and the quality of the written words were the only requirement?
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Always in search of an adventure, I set off in my post college days to student teach in Dublin, Ireland, followed by travels across Europe to Israel when my mother insisted I come home to California and start working. Two years later, I joined the Peace Corps where I met my husband, while serving in Lesotho, Southern Africa. That was over 39 years ago, and when the real adventure began. Our three children are avid outdoors people and occasionally are patient enough to invite their mother rafting, hiking, climbing or mountain biking. If not outside, I work on the arduous task of becoming a writer, my lifelong dream. Hopefully, I have improved since my childhood when I'd beg my mother to publish my poems. How could she have resisted the Poet with a Toet, or Who Knows What A Nose Can Do? View all posts by Patty's Parlance