I didn't get into Bread Loaf this year. Maybe I shouldn't have sent a 2700 word story that uses the word "fuck" 48 times. I mean, 2% of the story was the word "fuck." What was I thinking?
But hey, if I had gotten in, I wouldn't have had the mindblowing experience I did at Lynda Barry's class. (Her educational sidekick says, "Blow your mind...with your own mind!") So I have no regrets. And thanks to the blogosphere, I can get the Bread Loaf experience once removed, without sleep deprivation or mosquito bites.
So, here they are:
Mary Akers is a regular Bread Loaf staffer, who gives not only an inside scoop, but also very detailed accounts of the craft classes. Ursula Hegi sounds like an awesome instructor!
Cliff Garstang is returning to the conference as well, and finds that he can relax a bit more as a result, no longer compelled to do every social event. Sounds like he has found some good insight on a story that he has been struggling with.
Laila Lalami was a waiter last year, and now with a successful book under her belt, is a fellow. She taught a craft class on cross-cultural narrative, has been fighting back big mosquitoes, and is enjoying time away from the computer.
Katrina Denza is there for the first time, and has gained inspiration to work on her novel.
And poets have their moment in the blog spotlight too, thanks to the poetry foundation, who has recruited several dispatchers, starting with the head waiter, who has a new appreciation of the feather boa.
Hey, and if that's not enough, you can read The Crumb, the daily newsletter.
2 comments:
I did not get in either (for the second time). Yet, that will not stop me from applying for a third time. The more they reject me, the more determined I become. It's an illness.
Let's keep trying!
I always feel good when I submit. It's the perfect antidote to rejection. Even if my submission is flawed, it's a gesture of affirmation, I think.
And as RuPaul says, if you wait in line long enough, you eventually get to the front.
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