A few months back, I stumbled upon an advert for Portraits & Dreams. I’ve never attended a writing seminar before, but I’m a writer. So, after reading about the class, I figured, well, what the hell. Why not? Following an early birthday gift in the form of a purchased ticket to the event from my spouse, I was then set to embark to the Emerald City for a class on writing by Maggie Stiefvater.
The day came on a windy Saturday when everything seemed to be against my attending. At least, that’s how it seemed from my perspective at the time. Looking back, there were a set of unfortunate circumstances that could have prevented me from attending, but thankfully, I persevered with the support of my loving husband.
After a dramatic morning of Uber screw-ups, and frustrated cursing, I left with a driver who could bring me to my first destination of the day – the ferry terminal. There, I munched on an apple tart and savored my coffee in a local shop as I attempted to swallow the memory of the morning from my conscious thought.
As one does when utilizing public transportation, I then sat and waited anxiously for the ferry to Seattle. The thrum of various energies surrounding me was both exhilarating and a bit nerve-wracking, but there was cascading sunlight and the promise of a wonderful day in the city. With that in mind, I queued in line when called, and then stepped onto the boat which would bring me closer to my destination.
As we boarded, clouds began to roll in and wind became sharper. It was gorgeous still, but a reminder that nature is not to be stopped by the wishes of humans. It does its will, whether we like it or not. Even so, I snapped a few pictures before I took cover in another viewing area on the upper deck.
The boat rocked and swayed with the water, as it moved at the whims of the wind. Otherwise, it was a beautiful hour-long boat ride, which I quite enjoyed immensely.
About 30 minutes or so in, we had a decent view of the journey’s end. However, pictures were not possible until we were within minutes of docking.
Right after this pic was snapped, it began to drizzle. Still, the precipitation did not douse my parade of excitement. I had made it this far, right? I couldn’t give up now.
Then, we were docking.
Flurries of feet stamped and pressed against the floor as we each tread towards our separate destinations. The venue where I needed to go was not far from the ferry terminal, but it was an uphill climb.
After a few more minor mix-ups along with some anxiety, I finally arrived!
To summarize, as this is an experience best left unspoiled, in short, it was fantastic! Stiefvater knew how to teach, as well as work the room. Her upbeat energy, coupled with her down to earth attitude, made this class a joy to attend. I learned a great deal. I cannot wait to apply the knowledge I gained to current and future writing endeavors. Attending this seminar is one of the best choices I’ve made for my writing career so far. To be able to learn while also surrounded by over a hundred others who love the craft as much as I do, well, it’s energizing, to say the least. If there’s anyone out there considering it, then please, do yourself a favor and purchase a ticket to a future event! It truly is worth it.
Following the seminar, I captured this last picture as I found my way to the ferry terminal once more.
Until next time, Seattle.