Here I am in the main lounge sitting quietly after a presentation this morning on ebook publishing. There are four others in the room with me and they are engrossed in their writing or reading something. Other courses are going on as I write, and yet, people have the freedom to take part of just be in this place soaking up the atmosphere, the special magic that is the Writers’ Summer School, Swanwick.
It is difficult to put into words what is so special about this place, this course. There are lots of contributory factors that can be mentioned; the people, the camaraderie, the sense of belonging to a family and many others, but somehow that is not the complete picture. There is a something else, a big something else and that is hard to pin down or quantify. To us here, it is the Swanwick magic, the invisible, warm, incalculable something that binds us all together.
Writers, young and old, beginner or multi-published gather here for a week and share their knowledge freely with each other. That I something that doesn’t normally happen very often. Everyone here wishes the others to be successful and many a brief conversation is had where snippets, valuable tips and ideas are exchanged freely.
I for one have had great ideas and twists for my books just by talking them through with others here, I hope what I impart to others is just as useful and well received.
It is time to go and get ready for lunch and the afternoon session, I am sure there will be something there that aids me in what I do next in my writing.