It is a strange thing I find myself doing this morning. I had breakfast on my own and was not sharing it with 250 others at The Writers’ Summer School Swanwick, or Swanwick as we call it.
Swanwick is a residential writers’ conference held in a small village in Derbyshire where each year hundreds of writers from all walks of life congregate to share their passion for writing. There is a huge sense of community there and friends are made for life. It is true, I have many new Swanwick friends.
Now I have the post Swanwick blues and do not find myself sitting amongst the wonderful talent that goes there, the fantastic speakers, course leaders, tutors, play rights novelists and non fiction writers to mention but a few. There is something missing and I know what it is. The trouble is, knowing what it is and being able to do anything about it are completely different things. So, for now, I shall mull away and hope that it will wear off, knowing that in August next year we shall all gather again on the lawn for the best week of our lives.
If you are a writer, whether the most experienced published author of a rank beginner who just wants to be around writers and learn something of the craft, come to Swanwick next year. It may well change your life, it did for me 10 years ago.
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