Off to a Howling Start

Rain lashed against the windows all night and wind howled all through the hotel ventilation ducts. So I'm bleary-eyed after a long day getting here and a night full of banshees, but fired up after an awesome panel discussion this morning. Here's an excerpt from my notes:

In the Q&A portion, Marvin encouraged us to just keep writing more with the intention of knowing ourselves and our work, and Pete Fromm admonished that it's easier to talk about writing as a kind of social consolation prize than it is to actually do it. Marvin closed out talking about writer's block, which is not the inability to write but writing bad stuff and then quitting (the latter decision being the only mistake). He brought forward the idea, which I found inspiring, that it might be the "bad" stuff that needs to be amplified and made good, rather than cut out in revision, to make a good poem great.

I'm already loving the no-nonsense vibe.

Unfortunately, the wifi in my room doesn't work, so I'm writing this from the drafty first-floor laundry room, which is only a hotspot in the digital sense. Time for lunch and to meet the writers in my year.

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