My poem, Walking in Thomson’s Red Sumac, took third prize in the Canadian Authors Association National Capital Writing Contest. That was a great boost to my confidence as a writer.
As for the trip that I feared and dreaded all winter (although I was looking forward to the workshop itself) went without incident. Unless you count the near-encounter 5 minutes into my trip, with a wayward hockey net that took flight from the bed of a pickup truck, coming to rest on the road right in front of me! Sort of proves the point that most accidents happen close to home. Anyway, I met with a couple from Oshawa in Utica NY, and we convoyed the rest of the way to Lenox. On my return, I did the trip in one shot, alone, in about 7 hours. All three driving days were sunny and warm, so even the weather cooperated.
Once I am more connected to day-to-day and less to the cocoon of a workshop retreat, I will post about the workshop itself.
Thanks for reading!