Workshops

Well, my friends, the time has come...



I must face the signs, most undeniable, of truly dire straits...and aggressively combat this impending doom with preemptive action.



In other words, it is time to organize more workshops.


It seems the dictates of my balance sheet must, invariably, overcome the conflicts of my confus-ed soul. Whether I wish to do so or not, regardless of whether I am ready to do so or not, I have no option but to (barring some unforeseen miracle, some new and wondrous career opportunity) find work within my chosen field, all the while optimistic that the need to be a fruitful, functioning member of society will counterbalance--indeed, outweigh--any lingering apprehensions curling about the fringes of battered psyche.



At least, that's the story I'm a-tellin' you all now!












So if any of you know anyone in the Colorado Springs area with a burning desire to write more picturesque prose, to more completely grasp the elements of grammar and literary style, or will merely take pity on a frazzled mother with bills, bills, and more bills preying upon her proverbial purse...

Tell 'em Chanctetinyea says, "Ya'll come on by now, ya hear!"