Some time ago I mentioned I applied to the Viable Paradise Workshop held every October on Martha’s Vineyard (this year is the 19th workshop). The post where I mentioned all that is HERE. That post also contains a copy (minus the epilogue) of my submission and a copy of my cover letter.
There are many reasons . . . well, a few reasons why I applied. Were I to boil it down to just one, it would be this:
I want a fair, unbiased, and honest appraisal of my writing.
That is the main thing, but of course I expect to gain more from the experience than just someone patting me on the head and saying “run along now, and let the big boys work” or “you’re ok; not great, but, you know . . . ok”.
In a post predating the one where I decided to apply (HERE) I covered my often strained relationship with instructions and me wanting to do things my way. That is not to say that I eschew instructions. Au contraire! I crave learning but do so with the understanding I will outright take some of what I learn, adapt some of what I learn to how I do things, and outright reject some of what I learn as not fitting me.
Two subsequent posts (HERE and HERE) had me attempt to find out if I have a “strong voice”. Apparently, it’s something in high demand and expected from real writers. I’ll spare readers the effort of clicking on those links; the metrics I examined say I have no voice!
Man . . . I already stutter, but now I find out I also have no voice.
A further blow was dealt me by articles covered in THIS post. I’m too old, don’t have the right education, I started too late . . . things are not looking good for me.
It sounds to me as if my only chance at VP is if there are only 24 applicants for the 24 positions. I tried finding out the number of yearly applicants, and it’s not something easily discovered. Some say a few hundred per year. Some say higher, and some say lower.
I guess I’ll ask them when I attend the workshop in October. Oh, yeah; did I mention my application was accepted?
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