For ten Wednesdays the subject will be fiction. Mostly yours. With our class meetings going all afternoon, too, it’s not unlikely for you to be bringing a story to workshop each week. No essays or memoir or journalism either, please. Just lies, told in a fashion so compelling that we impart reality to them, that we extract truth from them.
Stories we get lost in and and don’t want to find our way out. Perfect titles, irresistible hook lines, scenes paced such that the pages turn themselves, characters that fit in this world better than we do, situations and settings we couldn’t have imagined but recognize anyway, then an ending you don’t have to read twice, because you want to save it for later, when you need some reason not to kill yourself.
Provided you can write, it should be an easy summer.