That ad went out in March 2015, on a local FB group, and posted in 2 local Starbucks. The result was amazing, and from our first meeting in April of ’15 until I moved in January ’22, people came to my house every other Sunday, come rain, snow, sun, death, plague (we went on Zoom)….
Suffice it to say, I know how to help writers write, and how to run a decent workshop.
Why do you need a workshop?
Most of all, for the deadline, and the camaraderie. It’s a lonely business, writing.
So I’m gearing up to run some workshops in the new year, now that I’ve settled in on the west coast.
Could you use a workshop? Do you want to finish your damn novel?
Check out the dates, and if you don’t see what you want, there’s a contact form, where you can request it.
Live in the LA area and want something live and in person? You can request that too!
I absolutely get her, as I sit here stealing a few minutes to write while Sophie is in an Outschool class.
Man, I wasn’t making it through the last year of homeschooling without Outschool.
And I was just thinking, yesterday, on a walk with the dog (who, since the pandemic, demands several each day, but, hey, how freaking boring is being a dog? I get it, my handsome Oliver.), how there were about 3 times over the last year where I had a “come to Jesus” meeting with my husband and daughter over homeschooling. Sure, Sophie loved practicing her instruments, taking art classes on Outschool, or doing science experiments with Dad. But math or grammar with Mom? Ho, oh, oh, no. “It’s not fair!” I whined. Yet, looking back on it on the walk yesterday, I think that, all-in-all, we did okay.
There’s something about motherhood though; a lot is expected of motherhood, and little is given in terms of respect for it. It’s like “Do the best freaking job at this of anyone, anywhere! And we’ll tell you how much more important what we’re doing is, and, if you screw up even an iota, we’ll tell you that too.” *sigh*
On the other hand, I feel like I am generally doing okay at raising a really nice kid who is truly dedicated to music and art, and can and will practice both independently. As, when I was a child, I wouldn’t practice anything independently (besides hiding well and reading), I think I’m doing a better job than my own, always angry, mother. It’s funny to call it a job, though, isn’t it? It both is, and isn’t, a job.
And I love every minute of being with my daughter, and I also want some minutes without her.
In any case, Nadja did a wonderful piece that I think will truly resonate with you, and her other writing ain’t bad either, as you can see in this piece.