I was fortunate today to attend an inspiring writer’s workshop with a pretty welcoming and inclusive crowd; my first such experience, however, was not quite so affirming. Here’s a brash little tale about a critic from my rather distant past.
She trundles into class on the first day and everyone acknowledges her with an affectionate respect. I wonder why.
The first thing is her posture. It plots with her rather unremarkable clothing to create a bag lady effect. I feel sorry for her. How brave of her to come. Continue reading