Hi
folks,
I’ve
just returned—well, returned a few days ago and just now recovering from total
exhaustion—from the week-long Antioch Writers’ Workshop in Yellow Springs,
Ohio.
Check it out here: http://www.antiochwritersworkshop.com/
Check it out here: http://www.antiochwritersworkshop.com/
Simply
put: One of the single best experiences of my life.
I’ve
been privileged to have participated in a bunch of really cool writer’s
workshops and writer’s events, but this one is at the top. My favorites that
I’ve taken part in include Wordburst in Phoenix for Phoenix College, the BEA,
the Writer’s Institute at the University of Wisconsin, Gemini Ink in San
Antonio, the First Annual Texas Book Festival, the Writer’s Retreat Workshops,
and others. But, Antioch stands alone in my experience.
Lemme
tell you about it.
Audience at a reading in the auditorium at Antioch.
My group—THE
BEST WORKSHOP GROUP EVER
First,
I want to introduce you to the participants in my own afternoon fiction
workshop. I had six writers in my merry band, which all of us refer to
routinely now as “The Best Workshop Group Ever.” There was my new best friend,
Rob Boley whose laugh-out-loud novel about a Snow White we’ve never experienced
had the first 50 pages requested by a visiting agent with the Fine Line Agency
(Rob and I hung out every single night and closed down a few bars…). Along with
Rob, our family included Sarah Zettler, a teacher in Columbus with an amazing
YA novel titled Breaking the Flatline,
Audrey Craig who grew up and lived for years in South Africa and is writing a
very original sci-fi, titled Calidis,
Toni Lapp, a magazine editor from Kansas City who has a novel based on a true
story that is going to sell tons of copies when finished, Kate Geiselman, who
brought to our group a brilliant short story titled “Presents” which she
intends to be one of a collection of linked stories—a story that haunted me
long after I read it, and Sherie Cooper-Daragh, who allowed me to call her by
her real name (Cheryl—don’t try it without her permission!) and who is writing
a stunning novel about a relationship that’s a winner.
Every
single one of the writers in my group is a winner and is writing publishable
stuff. They’ve all got major talent up the yazoo. And, I mean major talent. Made my job easy!
My
group of writers provided me with the single biggest moment I experienced. A
couple of days before the end of the workshop, I had left a restaurant and was
on my way to our daily meeting spot, the Spirited Goat Coffee Shop (never did
find out the source of that name…), and passed by the Ye Olde Trail Tavern, and there
my entire group, sans one (Kate, who would have been with them but as she was
on the Antioch board was required to be somewhere else at the time) was sitting
at a table together, hanging out. They had bonded as a family! I may have
missed it, but I don’t think any other workshop group ended up together just hanging
out. It just drove home to me that we’d truly become a family.
Later,
at the reading where all the groups read their work, I introduced our group as
“The Best Group Ever” and said that while I was sure all the other groups were
good, we were going to knock it out of the park. After the event, I had half a
dozen people come up to me and tell me I’d called it—there was no doubt they
were the best group. They hit it into the upper deck, way out past the
Budweiser sign into the cheap seats…
The Best Group Ever!
L-R front row--Cherie, moi, Kate, Toni and Sarah.
L-R back row--Rob and Audrey
(At our meeting place, the Spirited Goat Coffee Shop)
Private
consultation. We
presenters were also privileged to be able to offer private consultations with
writers on their manuscripts and I had the pleasure of working with Greta Holt
on her Mennonite coming-of-age novel, titled Babyface. We were supposed to spend 45 minutes on each
consultation, but I liked Greta’s novel so much and saw so much promise in it
that I asked if she minded if we spent another hour on it and she liked the
idea, so we set up another time to do so a couple of days hence. I predict she’ll
get this puppy published.
One
thing jumped out at me when working with Greta. I only had one such
consultation, and Hallie Ephron had nine.
Not to mention, she was a major presenter in the mornings and had to take a day
off to fly to New York to attend and participate in a memorial service for her
late sister, Nora Ephron. I can’t imagine how she got it all done. I was exhausted
after the week and Hallie did everything I did, plus, and, in addition, somehow found the time and energy to take
part in nine evaluations. She’s not
only an amazing author and teacher, she has a work ethic that is unmatched by us mortals.
The town of
Yellow Springs, Ohio
I
was absolutely knocked out by this town! I understand it was a “planned town”
back in the day and if so, whoever planned it, got it absolutely perfect. I’d
move there in a nanosecond. It’s a town you aren’t prepared for—once you visit
it, you begin to think you’re on the East or West Coast and not in the Midwest.
The shops are small and comfortable and interesting. And, everywhere. It’s a
Made-for-TV town—exactly the kind of place one would design for families who
are interested in intellectual stimulation and the arts. The Tannenbaums would
be at home here. I hung out in a bunch of places, including the Spirited Goat,
the Ye Olde Trail Tavern, Peaches Grill, and even my kind of bucket o’ blood
bar, which I kept calling “The Dungeon” but was actually called The Gulch
Saloon. (For my Vermont College friends, think “Charlie O’s.”) For some reason
it reminded me of an old hangout of mine in New Orleans called The Dungeon. What
sold me on the town was passing by a souvenir shop that had work by R. Crumb in
the window. Where do you see R. Crumb’s art featured in the Midwest? Yellow
Springs, that’s where!
It’s
a bicycle town—a mecca for those nuts who ride bikes (like my wife…). There are
gorgeous bike trails everywhere and everyone seems to ride every place they go.
Didn’t see many skateboarders which was a good thing… One cool thing—we were
advised to cross streets in the middle of the block—the residents would always
stop—and nobody local crossed at the “official” crossing places on the corners
and if we did, we might surprise the residents who might run over us in
surprise.
Laid-back
is the most apt description for Yellow Springs. All of the locals are friendly
and speak to you and are genuinely happy you’re in their town. I’ve been to
plenty of other towns where the citizens loved the tourists’ money but it was
clear they didn’t always like the tourists themselves, but Yellow Springs folks
are genuinely glad to see and meet you.
On
the night of the participants’ reading back at the campus, I was down at the
Spirited Goat where an out-of-town poet was setting up for her reading later
on. We reluctantly told her we couldn’t attend as we had our own event and
then, when I walked outside to go back up Dayton St. to the campus, there were
two middle-aged guys, dressed and looking exactly like screenwriter Buck Henry,
sitting outside with scripts in front of them, trying dialog out on each other
and making notations on their scripts. I asked if they were screenwriters and
they said no, they were playwrights and were making last-minute corrections to
their play that was opening in an hour across the street. They invited us to
attend and we had to decline. But, can you imagine? We had our reading at the
college, a visiting poet was having her own reading and across the street a
play was opening? What other town would this be a regular occurrence in? Can’t think
of any, at least in a town of this size.
And
there were street people like I’ve never seen before. Now, I’ve been a street
person myself and homeless, but these folks were unlike any street people I’d
ever encountered. Most were musicians and were the reincarnation of the
wandering minstrels of old England. Only playing contemporary and original music.
And, truly beautiful, gentle people in spirit and deportment. One morning, I
struck up a conversation with a homeless musician at the Goat and as it
transpired, he was from Goshen, Indiana, and as we talked, it turned out his
older brother was best friends with my nephew, Kevin Bowen. He borrowed the
Goat’s owner’s phone—a delightful guy named Michael—and called his brother back
home to tell him he’d just run into Kevin’s uncle “Butch” (that’s me). It
brought home to both of us how small our world really is. This young man—sorry,
I can’t recall his name—will have to ask Kevin—was barefoot and showed me his
feet, which were as black as Macbeth’s heart and covered with countless cuts.
He showed me not for sympathy, but to ask what I thought his “sign” should be
that day—to say “WORK WANTED” or “NEED BAND-AIDS.” I recommended the Band-Aids
one… I thought originality might pay off better and he agreed.
Each
night—most spent going back and forth between Peaches and The Gulch—we spent
outside on their patios, chinning with both locals and the homeless and it felt
like Haight-Asbury without any of the negatives. We had a “core” group of me,
Rob and Amanda Winfield, who is a student at Antioch and works in the library.
Three Musketeers and we all just hit it off wonderfully. Amanda is a poet and a
beautiful person, inside and out.
Every
day for lunch, workshop participants would sign up to have lunch with the
faculty at various places around town and there’d be two of us faculty people
and up to ten participants. Just like everything else, Antioch is integrated
into the town and you feel the town is just part of the campus. Just a truly
unique and delightful place.
Most
days, when we had a bit of free time, I hung out with my other new best friend,
nonfiction bestselling writer, Jerry Dennis. We flat-out hit it off. Turns out
we have several mutual friends like poet and nonfiction writer Sydney Lee. I’m
reading Jerry’s brilliant book right now, The
Living Great Lakes, an instant classic and wonderfully-writ account of the
history of the Great Lakes. When we met, for me it was like meeting my
long-lost twin brother. You know how there are certain people when you meet
there’s an instant and deep connection? It was like that for me with Jerry,
with Rob, and with Amanda. Old souls I knew well in a former life. People I
just want to spend lots of time with, sipping on a brew in an outdoor patio,
and talking literature and life.
Poet
Jeff Gundy came down to The Gulch and had beers with Amanda, Rob and me, and we
had a great conversation. Another poet, Jim Daniels, was a guy I would have liked
to have spent more time with, as I would have like to with Dave Halperin whose
new novel, Journal of a UFO Investigator
is one of the most original coming-of-age accounts ever.
All
of the faculty gave readings of our work. Since Hallie Ephron had to leave for
her sister’s memorial, we switched places and I read on Monday along with Sandi
Wisenberg and Chet Kelly Robinson. I read one of my personal favorites, “Toothache.”
Other readers included Crystal Wilkinson, Linda Gerber, Trudy Krisher, and
Carrie Bebris, every single one a winner.
The
participants had their own reading night at The Emporium, a coffee and wine
shop downtown and it was amazing. There were close to forty readers and I’ve
never seen anything like this before in my life—there was not a single clunker
in the bunch! This never happens! There wasn’t even one reading that was
mediocre! They made a mistake, perhaps. They let comedian John Bunyan lead it
off and he is one tough act to follow. Just laugh until your ribs crack humor.
Maureen and
Richard Lynch
I
stayed in a private home that I kept raving about to my wife Mary when I called
home. I kept describing it as a “Frank Lloyd Wright designed-home if it were
commissioned to create his dream house.” My gracious and wonderful hosts were
Maureen and Richard Lynch and if I were them, I’d never leave their house!
Antioch Writers’
Workshop folks
I
hesitate to begin naming names as I know I’ll leave somebody out and then I’ll
feel bad as each and every person I met became my “new best friend.” It begins
with Sharon Short, the guiding light of the workshop and the hardest and most
tireless worker that I’ve ever met who wasn’t on drugs. That sounds bad,
doesn’t it? Especially when you meet Sharon and are pretty sure the only drug she’s
familiar with is her amazing adrenaline. Get Sharon’s newest novel, the
forthcoming “book club” novel, My One
Square Inch of Alaska, or any of her previous nine mystery novels for a
terrific reading experience.
The
first person I met upon arrival, Cyndi Pauwels, greeted me warmly and set the
tone for the entire week. One of my many “new best friends” was Dave Kunka, the
bookstore manager who not only went way, way out of his way to help me, but we
really hit it off as friends.
Two
guys who helped run the place and who I became good friends with, were Tobin
Terry and Ron. Tobin was the second-in-command working with Sharon and was
everywhere I went, organizing things. Ron, I’m sorry I can’t recall your last
name, dude! He and I really hit it off as we’ve lived in some of the same
places in Louisiana—he’s a Cajun and a graphic artist. The reason I can’t
remember Ron’s last name is that he’s one of only two Cajuns who aren’t named
Boudreau…
*Late note. Tobin just emailed me and told me Ron's last name is Maynard. No wonder I couldn't remember it. What Cajun is named "Maynard?" Change it to Boudreau, dude! Ron is one of the coolest guys I've met in a long, long time. Just on top of his game.
*Late note. Tobin just emailed me and told me Ron's last name is Maynard. No wonder I couldn't remember it. What Cajun is named "Maynard?" Change it to Boudreau, dude! Ron is one of the coolest guys I've met in a long, long time. Just on top of his game.
I
wish I could remember the names of all the dozens and dozens of people I got to
chat with, but hope they’ll excuse me and attribute it to my Halfzeimer’s… Just
so many terrific people!
If
you can only go to one writer’s conferences/workshops in your lifetime, this is
the one I’d recommend. I’ve been to dozens and while they were all wonderful
experiences, none were like this for just a pure enjoyable experience for
everyone.
Tell
‘em I sentcha!
Blue
skies,
Les
Postscript.
All week long, I kept telling my workshop group that when I left Yellow
Springs, I was going to appear at the Indiana Romance Writer’s group in Indy on
Sunday. I kept raving about what a terrific group of professional writers
romance writers are—and they are! Well, the only problem was my appearance was
scheduled for Saturday, not Sunday. I got back into Ft. Wayne on Saturday and
went immediately to bed. I was utterly exhausted. Left over 900 emails
unopened. Just too tired to even think about opening them.
My
bad.
I
got up early Sunday, preparing to drive down to Indy, and opened my email… to
discover I was supposed to have been there the day before! I have never done
anything like this in my life and I can’t begin to tell you how awful I felt! I
emailed Jeana Mann the director and told her what had happened. What a gracious
person she is. Not only did she forgive me, but has invited me back in October.
Jeana—I’LL BE THERE! I PROMISE!
Signing books after my reading. The tall drink of water standing in line is comedian John Bunyan.
Next to me is my other "new best friend" Jerry Dennis
Me, Chet and Sandi (Triquarterly Review editor taking questions after our readings.
Urging audience to "buy 10 copies of my book apiece--Christmas is just around the corner!"
Me and my new best friend, Rob
The rest of our class on the patio at the Ye Olde Trail Tavern.
L-R beginning bottom left--Cherie, Kate, Audrey, Sarah and Toni. Rob and I left to have a smoke break on the other "smoking" patio.
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