Viable Paradise has always been an immersive, intense experience, regardless of whether I was there as student or staff. This year was no different in that regard, and I suspect I’ll have the ghosts of that week trailing around me for months to come. When I got home yesterday (and did not post because I was nearly asleep on my feet), there were a few hours where it seemed that everything reminded me of the island.
We had great students this year, and I think the workshop helped all of them. I even got to stand up in front of them for a few minutes and blither about what it’s like after VP. And in between the cooking, the administrative matters, the sous-chef duties, my best Counselor Troi/Captain Hufflepuff impersonation, the fudge (dear lord the fudge), the late-night singing, and learning why I should never play poker with Steven Brust (if I want to win, that is; entertainment is another matter entirely), I got four chapters revised and another few for a new, unformed project started. Hell, I even sold the lobster story while I was there!
Now, to clean up the messes I left behind, scream in horror at my work inbox, and tomorrow, start on the next chapter.