i attended the infamous turkey city writing workshop over the weekend. i had pulled an all-nighter in order to put in my shift at work before i began workshopping at 9:00am. so i’m sure that i was much more candid and befuddled than i ought to have been.
there were seven of us, two of whom had seen my selection before.
the workshop started with no fanfare. people just showed up at bruce’s house (and i’m always surprised at how many people know exactly what that means and where it is) picked up the selections arrayed on bruce’s dining room table and started reading.
i got to read the first chapter or so of the next bruce sterling novel, which demonstrated that if you want to imagine the future and you don’t want to look like an amature, you have to research full-time for years. which is so depressing.
after i went home and slept for 14hrs, i was name-dropping and it turns out that my housemate has been running the bruce sterling online index. he said that it made more sense in the terrifyingly info-fractured pre-google period of the late nineties, and that he hasn’t been keeping up with the miriad of bruce-related articles and lectures of recent years.
