{"id":8835,"date":"2024-04-09T06:41:43","date_gmt":"2024-04-09T13:41:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=8835"},"modified":"2024-04-09T06:41:44","modified_gmt":"2024-04-09T13:41:44","slug":"responding-to-a-message-of-heartbreak-writing-workshop-in-astoria-july-20","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/meditations\/responding-to-a-message-of-heartbreak-writing-workshop-in-astoria-july-20\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;Responding to a Message of Heartbreak&#8221; Writing Workshop in Astoria, July 20"},"content":{"rendered":"<!-- wp:themify-builder\/canvas \/-->\n\n\n<p>Writers:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I have a novel idea for a writing workshop and I hope you can join me in Astoria on Saturday July 20<sup>th<\/sup> from 10-12:30. I&#8217;m calling the workshop \u201cResponding to a Message of Heartbreak\u201d.: Here is its unusual origin:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In March I saw something lying on the ground near a dumpster of a convenience store as I walked through the parking lot of the assisted living center where my dad is a resident.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I approached the curiosity and discovered a piece of cardboard roughly 18\u201d by 18\u201d with handwriting all over it in red and black ink. The size of the text varied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I read the message. The writing was not in paragraph form. There was nothing linear about its appearance. It was more of a mishmash of riffs, declarations, confessions, digressions, screeds, lamentations, perhaps a kind of written jazz or tormented anti-valentine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Some of the lines were:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>If I die today, would anyone even notice? I doubt it. The devil will love me better.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>I want to disappear and maybe they will miss me then&#8230;<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Men are what&#8217;s wrong with this world. \u201cGod\u201d fucked up.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>I thought I had my dream guy&#8230;instead he became my nightmare.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Guess I&#8217;m meant to die alone. Why am I so easy to forget. So easy to throw away?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>3-08-24 \/ 2:04 am<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Wouldn&#8217;t you know it? I&#8217;m here alone again. Freezing cold.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Is love really the answer? I know it&#8217;s the problem.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I took the message home and began writing up my thoughts about it immediately. I knew I wanted to teach a writing workshop with this cardboard message of heartbreak as the subject.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In the workshop, I will run participants through a series of writing and conversation prompts related to the message. We&#8217;ll share some of our responses and conclude by writing a short piece inspired by the anonymous writer&#8217;s words of anguish.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I hope you can join me and explore this message. It&#8217;s always so wonderful to bring a group of writers together in Astoria who support one another. It&#8217;s a unique community that provides immeasurable literary and psychic benefits.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The workshop will run from 10-12:30 and cost $50. Payment will be made at the workshop or in advance through PayPal. It will be held in a private home. Weather permitting, the workshop will be held outdoors on a lawn. In the case of inclement weather, the class will be moved indoors. The class is limited to 12 participants. To register, send me an email.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Writers: I have a novel idea for a writing workshop and I hope you can join me in Astoria on Saturday July 20th from 10-12:30. 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