By Elizabeth White-Olsen, Executive Director of Writespace
The other day at Writespace I apologized to a writer about my delay in responding to an email. “Sorry, it’s been crazy with Writefest,” I said.
“Oh, is there a lot involved?”
Mouth open, I had no idea where to begin. “Yes, there is a lot involved,” I said, but “Yes” felt like a blow-up swimming pool compared to the ocean of work involved with planning and hosting Writefest.
I’m taking a break from the swim, mid-ocean, to share aspects of the journey that have brought me great joy:
I wish I could say that every moment over the last nine months of planning has brimmed with joy, but that isn’t life, as we know. As we dedicate long hours to writing emails, making phone calls, and updating spreadsheets, Writespace’s staff and volunteers have faced the typical enormous doses of stress and anxiety that come with trying to pull off something amazing with very little money—such as, wondering whether acoustics will be an issue in our super-cool but unconventional cement-floored event space, or waiting to hear back on that contract or from that volunteer we are relying on, who also has a full-time job, kids, and a house under construction post-Harvey, to boot.
Yet people are coming through, are responding to our mission, through the crush of their lives. Slowly but surely, plans are falling into place. When you are brave and you love to do the right thing, this tends to happen, regardless of the hardships along the way. We keep the faith because we take great joy in getting to inspire, fulfill, and guide you, Dear Writer.
If you will be in town the first week of May and you haven’t yet bought tickets to Writefest, get thy tickets, posthaste! If you already have tickets, please feast deeply on the fun and inspiration that is Writefest. As you do so, remember the ocean of work that we have swum through to bring you this gift.
And feel special, because you are.
Feel loved, because you are.