A brief post this week from the Antioch Writers Workshop. When I see the high school students here who were awarded scholarships to attend this workshop, I remember what it was like when I, too, was young and trying to find a way to express everything that I was carrying around inside me. When I see the more mature folks who have a story to tell, I understand how blessed I am to have a similar desire. And when I meet my fellow-writers, when I hear their work, I’m reminded that I’m not alone, that I’m a part of this community. We may be of different ages and experiences but we share the desire to put something on the page that will have an effect on readers. Writers’ workshops remind me of all this. We sit around the table. We talk about language and structure and character. We talk about sentences as if they’re holy. And they are. Where else in our culture today, does the written word receive such honor and respect? Please forgive me for being so brief today, but it’s time to get back to the workshop, to talk the talk, to be immersed in the power of the written word.