Squaw Valley post no. 5

It's just over the halfway point in the workshop week, and they schedule no events in the afternoon and evening on Wednesday. Everyone plans parties for the evening; me and the five other people staying in the house (there are a couple dozen houses rented by the conference, each with five or six people) plan a beer-pizza-and readings evening, followed by a visit to the Vol house, which apparently is Party Central. Between now and then, I ought to sit down and go through tomorrow's workshop manuscripts. But I feel like being bad: a trip across the border to a casino or even just a movie.

The morning workshops continue to go really well. We were lucky today: both pieces were really good.