Workshop Drinking Game

I’m up the mountain at the Rio Hondo workshop, hanging out with eleven other talented writers, talking deep into the night, enjoying hot tub parties, critiquing their work, and grooving on the spectacle of the natural world.
This also means my posting here might be scant for the rest of the week.
We— well actually some of them— have invented a drinking game specially for writers’ workshops. Here’s how it works.
You slam down a drink whenever you hear any of the following in critique:


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