After the initial frustrations of each writing class, a few weeks in, maybe after we all go for a drink or after someone brings a piece in for its second workshopping when it was caned the first time, and it's much, much better, comes that moment of realisation that I love all of them in their own way. This is one of the many delights that Jincy Willett's The Writing Class is reminding me of. And, egads, it's funny.
Guardian blog: John Irving at the Hay Festival
I'm enjoying these Five Chapters, even though the site colours make me feel slightly seasick!
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