The Girl in the Dirty Shirt

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Sunday, October 29, 2006

Let’s get this out of the way first: some fucktard stole my phone Friday night, so for those who have my old number, please scrap it. I have a new number and will get around to contacting you guys soon. Maybe after tonight’s Project Runway re-run. Thankie.

Okay.

Just got back from the 6th Ateneo National Writers Workshop and I feel pretty damn good. I’m not really one to give a day-by-day account of the entire thing, but I am one to gush. And gush. And gush. And gush. Yet, even though I expected myself to prattle on and on about the many great things that happened during the workshop, I’m actually finding it hard to type anything down. There were so many aspects that made the past week priceless: my fellow fellows, the panelists, the staff, the discussions, the conversations, the nights out, the nights in, etceteraetceteraetcetera. I can’t seem to bring myself to write about these. There’s too much to say, and as hokey as it may sound to those who weren’t there, I would rather keep the happy thoughts to myself because I’m a fucking sap that way.

I feel so honored to have been part of it. At the same time, I feel so correct. This past week was exactly what I needed. In fact, there was this moment yesterday during the mini-plenary that said it all. We were taking turns sharing our writing experiences, and towards the end of my turn, I was trying to find the right phrase to use when I saw everyone at the table nodding already. They had understood what I wanted to say before I could even say it, and that just summed everything up for me. It felt incredible to spend time with people who just knew, who have gone through the same things I have as a young writer in different places, times and ways,

Who were camwhores. Hawhaw. I’ll post photos once Camille gets around to uploading them. Pressure, pressure.

But seriously, the week was glorious.

posted by marguerite @ 9:15 PM