{"id":646,"date":"2019-01-29T21:26:48","date_gmt":"2019-01-30T02:26:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nicolewillson.com\/blog\/?p=646"},"modified":"2023-01-31T20:38:29","modified_gmt":"2023-02-01T01:38:29","slug":"borderlands-boot-camp-2019-stepping-way-the-hell-out-of-my-comfort-zone","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/nicolewillson.com\/blog\/borderlands-boot-camp-2019-stepping-way-the-hell-out-of-my-comfort-zone\/","title":{"rendered":"Borderlands Boot Camp 2019: Stepping Way the Hell Out of My Comfort Zone"},"content":{"rendered":"

(Update 1\/31\/2023: My comments on the recent controversy involving Thomas Monteleone’s racist and bigoted comments can be found here:\u00a0http:\/\/nicolewillson.com\/blog\/regarding-recent-events\/<\/a>)<\/p>\n

Part One.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Once upon a time, I was a bright-eyed twenty-something aspiring writer. And like\u00a0any aspiring\u00a0writer, I wanted to keep improving my craft, so I enrolled in a creative writing adult education class at Georgetown University. (This was the closest I would ever get to attending Georgetown.)<\/p>\n

The instructor was an older guy who had some publication credits but wasn\u2019t anyone I recognized then or now. I can\u2019t even remember his name.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

But I sure as hell remember something he did.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

During one class, he announced that he\u2019d read a revised story draft of mine, and here was what he thought of it.<\/p>\n

And he tossed my story in a wastebasket in front of the entire class.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He did go on to explain where he thought the revisions (most of which he\u2019d suggested) had gone wrong, but I didn\u2019t hear a word he said because everything inside me had already gone to DEFCON 1. My heart thudded, my blood was trying to escape the top of my head and splatter on the ceiling, and a klaxon of Don\u2019t cry don\u2019t cry don\u2019t cry don\u2019t give him the satisfaction <\/i>blared in my head. There was no space left in my brain for his insights. I doubt I missed much.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He did approach me after that class and kind of<\/i> apologize and kind of<\/i> let on that he only did things like that to the students he thought had talent.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

How helpful.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t show anyone another word of my fiction for over twenty years. Indeed, I eventually stopped writing for a while. I was really young back then and very easily hurt, and I didn\u2019t see the point in spending time and money just to be humiliated.<\/p>\n

*\u00a0 <\/span>*\u00a0 <\/span>*<\/p>\n

In 2011 I started writing again in earnest. I won NaNoWriMo several years in a row, and in 2016 I took a deep breath and submitted a piece of flash fiction to the editors of the Weekly Knob<\/a>, who graciously accepted it.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

In 2017, I began querying and\u00a0submitting novels to online mentoring programs. I made it into Pitch Wars<\/a>, and my mentor Peter McLean was (and is) the polar opposite of the jerkass from Georgetown: he knew how to give badly-needed criticism in a helpful, encouraging way.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

But by mid-2018, I realized\u00a0my writing had plateaued. I got several partial and full requests for Tidepool,<\/i> and stories I sent out were shortlisted in Apex and other publications, but I couldn\u2019t seem to get over that last hurdle to acceptance. I was still on the wrong side of the velvet rope.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And I wasn\u2019t going to improve sitting in front of my laptop night after night. Something had to change.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I got an email about the Borderlands Press Boot Camp workshop<\/a> in the spring of 2018. Hm. A weekend in Baltimore working closely with some highly-regarded writers in my preferred genre?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

This was clearly one of those \u201cIt would be stupid not<\/b> to apply,\u201d situations, so I did.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And surprise! I got in.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

On Friday, January 25, I packed up the 21 manuscripts I\u2019d critiqued (oh, and some clothes and deodorant and other trivial stuff) and headed to Union Station to take a train to Baltimore. I was so nervous I could barely eat. I had no idea what to expect.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Attendees from previous years had posted lots of favorable blog reviews, but still. What if someone like the jerk from Georgetown was one of the instructors? What if I was stuck in a group with one of those I am God\u2019s gift to writing and will harangue you about all your writing flaws but get pissy and defensive if you <\/i>dare<\/i><\/b> mention mine <\/i>types I remembered all too well from college writing groups? What if?<\/i>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The workshop was held at the Brookshire Suites by the Inner Harbor, and when I got to my room, I realized that \u201cSuites\u201d meant suites<\/b>. I had a living room and a bedroom. The whole setup was nicer than my first apartment.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And that apartment didn\u2019t have a big picture of Frank Zappa on the wall either.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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He looks really thrilled to be spending the weekend with me, doesn’t he?<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

I tried to calm my nerves by telling myself that the intensive critiques didn\u2019t start until Saturday, so I could relax a little for the Friday night opening session.<\/p>\n

But during the introductions, Douglas Winter told us that there was going to be an additional presentation that night. When the Boot Camp instructors reviewed our submissions, he said, they\u2019d discovered two things:<\/p>\n

1. The overall quality of writing was extremely high, one of the highest they\u2019ve ever seen in the years they\u2019ve held the Boot Camp, but<\/b>;\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

2. It was clear that most of us didn\u2019t understand how to tell a story. We didn\u2019t know where our stories really began or where they ended or how<\/em> to end them, and we had trouble forming linear narratives in between.<\/p>\n

Eesh. I wondered if any of that applied to my submission. \u201cMara\u201d is a short story about a recovering alcoholic who buys a new smartphone that keeps directing her to bars and trying to get her to drink. It surprised precisely nobody to learn that I\u2019d been watching a lot of \u201cBlack Mirror\u201d when I wrote that. As far as I could tell, I\u2019d stuck to a fairly linear narrative with a definitive ending, so maybe I\u2019d be OK.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And then F. Paul Wilson, another instructor, spoke up.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI know we\u2019re not supposed to talk about the submissions until tomorrow, but there was that story,\u00a0 <\/span>\u2018Mara.\u2019 I liked it, but what<\/i> was that ending<\/i>?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh crap<\/i>.\u00a0At least he remembered my story, right?\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I swallowed hard and figured he hadn\u2019t been insulting (far from it), and besides, I didn\u2019t spend money and time coming to Baltimore so people would tell me my work was fine. I knew it wasn\u2019t.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And this was the part when some experienced writers and editors were going to tell me why.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

To be continued …\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

(Update 1\/31\/2023: My comments on the recent controversy involving Thomas Monteleone’s racist and bigoted comments can be found here:\u00a0http:\/\/nicolewillson.com\/blog\/regarding-recent-events\/) Part…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[23,9,17,5,19],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicolewillson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/646"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicolewillson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicolewillson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicolewillson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicolewillson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=646"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"http:\/\/nicolewillson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/646\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1836,"href":"http:\/\/nicolewillson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/646\/revisions\/1836"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicolewillson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=646"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicolewillson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=646"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicolewillson.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=646"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}