What an intense week. Loved the discourse. Loved the writing exercises. While I feel the Taos Summer Writers’ Conference was a good investment of my time and money, I’m feeling a little deflated tonight. In class today, it became really apparent what a division there is between writers of ‘literary fiction’ and commercial or mainstream fiction. I felt the instructor and some of the group today were acting a little elitist, as if popular, best-selling books are drivel.
I’m caught between worlds — my writing style isn’t exactly literary and it’s not genre (like crime, mystery or romance). I guess I will just be true to my voice and the stories that demand to be told. Despite how exhausted I am, I am excited to jump back into the novel “23 Conversations Before a Funeral,” to revise the short story that was workshopped here and keep doing writing exercises (which forces me to write without self-editing).
Now that I’m through with critiquing papers and completing writing assignments for class, I can truly enjoy a glass or two of wine and some espresso chocolate. Back to the real world tomorrow. Next week in DC-metro area for work when I just really want my own bed!
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