I "go up" today, which is workshop parlance for "today one of my short stories will be workshopped by various geniuses, including one Marilynne Robinson." In a way, it's easier to be workshopped than to workshop. Being workshopped means I sit silently while the class discusses my short story - its strengths, flaws, and inconsistencies. It also means I sit quietly and practice a kind of meditation on nonattachment to external validation...which ain't exactly a new practice for me. But I've never done it quite like this before. It's not Clash of the Titans or anything, but today the inner dilettante meets his inner/outer Rinzai Zen warrior monk...which should be interesting.
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i want to know what happened.
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