By Elizabeth White-Olsen, Executive Director of Writespace
I never like to say, “I am speechless.” As a writer, I believe it’s my job to always have words at hand. But today I must say that Writefest has left me speechless. I don’t know how to describe Writefest, other than to say that on May 4th and 5th, it was as if a maelstrom of literary ecstasy dropped down to twirl and dance and spin around the corridors and art spaces of Winter Street Studios, awakening hearts and minds and pens in its wake. For someone working behind the scenes, who knows intimately just how delicious it all was, as well as how difficult—how many things could have gone wrong, but didn’t, (or did, but who cares since no one knew)—for someone who knows how amazing it felt to devote nine months to planning and then watch the magic unfold in even better ways than we imagined, with writers meeting and sharing and forming potentially lifelong bonds right before our eyes—I find it hard to “sum up” the experience.
Luckily, I don’t have to. As is always the case with Writespace, others have come to the rescue. So for this column, I will let those who came to Writefest speak.
In the words of Writefest attendees:
In the words of Writefest presenters:
Writespace volunteers will get a celebration party, because without them, Writefest and Writespace would not exist.
Thank you to every writer who shared their time and mind and heart with us at Writefest this year. If you didn’t get to come, don’t worry. Yes, it was a blast, and we hope to see you at any number of equally awesome free and ticketed events that happen every week at Writespace.