I
could see then that the miracle of the Writers’ Weekend had come off. There were
loftier celebrities, from the eloquent
editor Lewis Lapham and the powerful novelist Jon Clinch to the brilliant
playwrights Alfred Uhry, A.R. Gurney, and Donald Margulies. All of them had
generously given of their time to make this a success. So had fourteen other
writers in sessions small and large on a range of subjects. There were dozens of
moments of discovery like Audrey’s, all compressed in an evening and a good long
day. When it was all over, the evaluations of the Weekend came in – 22
excellent, 19 good, plenty of praise. “Every moment was terrific!” wrote a woman
who went on to lecture us gently on our food choices. “Addressed issues and areas I needed resolved
as a writer,” wrote another attendee. And more: “Well organized, balanced; great
presenters and accessible.” “Respectful of the novice.” Some commented on the
non-academic atmosphere as being a boon. There were suggestions: a two-day
weekend with longer sessions and more breaks; children’s literature; a humor-writing session – and tea! tea! tea!
in the morning, not just coffee.
We
think we can find the tea for next year. Let me add my thanks to Julia’s more
timely ones earlier this week to everybody who took part in this, in preparation
and aftermath, as well as those who, on the days of,
gave so much to this effort. The Mark Twain Memorial said in 1955 it
would do something like this. Things in
Connecticut take a little while. Now it’s getting done. Thanks to you.
-- Steve Courtney
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