That’s it. I’m done. Done with graduate workshops and required one page responses. No more 12-13 copies of a story printed out and stapled, (and with page numbers, damnit). No more three-hour classes of back and forth debate, or discussions about everything from the title to the use of onomatopoeia. Finally, I am free of workshop.
Oh god…no more workshop…
This weekly ritual that I’ve been adhering to for two years is finally over. No one is required to read and respond to my work. No one has to think about what it all means, or what my character’s motivations are. No one has to care.
It’s scary to think that now I’m on my own. But I am so glad I had the incredible workshop experiences I did, better this year than last, but beneficial just the same. I think it prepared me for how I need to look at my work when it really is just me looking at it. Now that I know no one will be sitting there, waiting to tell me what I need to fix, it makes me want to take my own personal editing and revision more seriously. But it’s still really scary.
And it’s sad too. I’m going to miss everyone I’ve spent so much time with, and their work–the stories I will never know the ends to! Alas!
Not to mention the adorably self-aware emails:
So as I read my end-note again, I think it might sound a little passive-aggressive? That certainly was not my intent, I really do want comments on thematic cohesion, lack of plot and conflict, etc. I think I was just trying to say that my insecurities regarding this piece are about both the content and form of the piece. So comments about length, pacing, sections that don’t work within the form would be appreciated also. Was this email even needed? Anyways, thanks for reading!
Oddly enough, as glad as I am to be done with workshop, I know the first thing I’ll do when I graduate and move to Columbus is seek out a writers’ group. Something about it seems so natural now. It’s a second nature. Guess I did learn something from grad school after all.