And the last day of my penultimate residency. One of these kind of open days. A morning residency with Beth Ann Fennelly and Tom Franklin which, it turns out, was not so much about collaboration (although they did talk about writing The Tilted World towards the end of their time and more about writing very short pieces.
Then a workshop, lunch, nap and the big event for the day, the first-ever hooding ceremony for our MFA grads. (As an aside, I’m not loving that term “hooding”, the images it conjures up being either the KKK or Abu Ghraib.) Great to see the first group get their degrees and hear a little about their theses.
And then the traditional closing party which included the announcement of the winner of the fifth-ever Tampa Bay Hotel/Plant Hall Beautiful-Weird-Cool-Spooky Old Place Writing Contest. Turns out it was me.