Reflections on Swanwick
“Pace yourself,” they said in the smoking tent. “Don’t feel you have to do everything.” I’ve spent the past week at Swanwick Writing School, an annual event taking place in the tranquility of the Derbyshire countryside. I didn’t pace myself. There’s a wall of exhaustion that kicks in somewhere around Tuesday evening. It hits everyone,… Continue reading Reflections on Swanwick