There is something beautiful and incredible and magical about throwing a bunch of writers, from all walks of life, together for a full week of writing insanity. There is really nothing like residency week at Goddard. I got home late last night and I’m missing it already.
We have work to do, meeting with our advisors and planning the semester, creating study plans, writing annotations or whatever else our advisors assign. We attend workshops on anything from critical writing to describing the senses to improving characters. We attend and participate in readings—I didn’t attend very many, but the ones I did, were great. We share meals and we play.
Now we will spend the rest of our semester working on our own, as writers tend to do, but that bond we create at residency sticks with us. We can still turn to each other to celebrate and commiserate and bounce ideas around. We talk about our work and we talk about our lives and all the crazy changes we’re going through.
Now that I’m home again, I miss Goddard and all my friends there, especially the Fireballs, but I love them all still and with the boost I get from residency, I’m ready for this rollercoaster semester and ready to write my book.