It's that time of year again, when I gaze with longing at the websites for various genre-writing workshops and wish I could go.
There's Clarion, Clarion West and Odyssey. All are six weeks long, which means they are designed for people without children or whose children are grown. Aside from the unaffordable tuition rate (at least, unaffordable for someone who's paying rent on one house and mortgage on another that has been on the market for three years), I can't imagine turning my husband into a single parent for the majority of summer break. If you're applying to attend one of these workshops, good luck! For me, they're not feasible.
Then there's Orson Scott Card's bootcamp. This workshop is feasible for me, but not this year. It's six days long and is generally in a different city every year. Last year, one of the two sessions was in Utah, which is within driving distance of Denver. I had hoped this year's also would be there. It's in Greenboro, N.C., which is almost next door to my previous residence (the one that won't sell). From Denver, it requires an airplane ride that I can't afford. Also, it happens to fall during the one week all summer in which I have made a commitment to be elsewhere.
So this summer, I will content myself with reading blog and message-board posts from those who are in attendance and will keep my fingers crossed for next year.