Viable Paradise XV Postmortem

I'm back from Viable Paradise. The experience altered me physically: I have a black eye, and that's probably the least interesting thing I got out of the experience.

I'm afraid I can't talk about it without being either raw or emotional, or possibly both. This is the sort of entry that I would usually reserve for embarrassed, locked livejournaling, but perhaps it will help someone else to share it–in a practical sense, I hope that it will convince other writers to apply for the workshop. In a ...