I’m home from a week spent teaching at the Viable Paradise writers’ workshop on Martha’s Vineyard. As usual, I did as much learning as teaching; a stretch of time spent in the company of other writers is always invigorating.
It’s also exhausting, especially when you have to plunge directly into a couple of editing gigs and a heavy deadline.
But I’ll try to keep y’all posted, as it were.
(Yes, my native dialect is one of the many variants of American Southern, tempered by seven years of grad school in Philadelphia, fifteen years as a
camp follower Navy spouse, and a couple of decades’ residence in far northern New England. What this means, in practice, is that I have access to an actual second-person plural, which is something that a functioning language really ought to have.)