Author: Cliff

>The workshop is over. At our farewell dinner at Casa Bugambilia in Tepoztlan–a beautiful estate nestled in the mountains–there were hugs all around. Grace…

>Cloudy and a little cooler this afternoon in Tepoztlan, and the week is almost over. Today my second story was workshopped. The reaction was…

>I’ve missed a couple of days–too much partying and reading and workshopping. Yesterday we went nearly en masse to Guernavaca to visit the Cortes…

>Sunday is market day in Tepoztlan and the city is flooded with tourists from Mexico City. The place is hopping, festivals are noisy in…

>We had a delightful reception in a private home last night, complete with strong cuba libres and made to order quesadillas. Meeting Grace, and…

>When I checked out of my hotel in Mexico City this morning, the clerk asked me where I was going. In my fractured, but…

>. . . even when there are hassles. Maybe especially when there are hassles. In this case, the first leg was delayed, jeopardizing the…

>As I mentioned yesterday, I am leaving today for Mexico, a trip that will include my writers’ workshop with Grace Paley (Under the Volcano)….

>I wonder if I am sufficiently energetic to participate in yet another week-long fiction writing workshop. No matter—the fees are paid, the plane ticket…

>At the recommendation of a young writer friend, I am reading Madeleine L’Engle’s Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art. I think my…