Compiled by Staff
One Year Adventure Novel students often talk about the Summer Workshop as their “Rivendell” (from The Lord of the Rings)—a place of peace and restoration where the arts are in their rightful place. The Winter Workshop, then, is like Lothlorien, a quieter and more intimate haven of the elves, as a student pointed out this year.
By Gabrielle de Waal, Staff Writer:
Do you get burnt out partway through a rough draft because of the numerous story problems you encounter? Whether you set out with a careful outline or write by the seat of your pants, it may help to tune your ear to your own internal voice.
Daniel Beals, Guest Contributor:
Life is full of changes. One of those big changes happens around 17 to 21 years of age—the transition from teen to adult. I’m not going to tell you what you should do during this transition, or how to think about it after it happens. What I want to share is how it changed me.
Adrienne Niceley, Guest Contributor:
There comes a point in your journey as a writer when it’s time to move forward. Getting out into the realm of other conferences gives you new perspectives that will benefit you hugely in your career.
Miguel Flores, Guest Contributor
People have told me their characters “talk” to them. These fictional characters use our brains as home base but are otherwise free to explore both their world and ours. When these vagabond ghost squatters re-enter our brains, they kick up their feet, scatter our neatly organized plot bunnies, and babble about their lives or rudely commentate on ours.
Janae Leeke, Guest Contributor:
World building is just backwards sociology, piecing together a culture instead of picking it apart. It asks the same questions. What is important to your people? What do they treasure? What do they believe is right and wrong?
By Tineke Bryson, Staff Writer:
If you are shaken by the loss of your earlier confidence and joy in writing, please don’t make the mistake of concluding you just don’t have it in you after all.
Tineke Bryson, Staff Writer
As a parent, you field these well-meaning but bewildering questions from relatives and friends. They make you anxious, defensive. All the while, you ache for your son or daughter as they wrestle with their own questions, and there’s no way for you to hand them the answers.