Last June I toddled off to Orem, Utah to attend Orson Scott Card’s Literary Boot Camp. It was exciting because (a) I was selected to attend, and (b) I got to take a road trip with my best friend. (Think Oprah and Gail, complete with red Chevy Impala.)
Here are the highlights:
- Orson Scott Card. Duh. The man is a creative genius. I listened to him for a week pump out ideas as fast as a machine gun pumps out bullets, all by asking “what if?” (Not exactly a new technique or one held exclusively by OSC, it’s just that he was really good at it.) He is also a very nice, very intelligent man, and very real, if you know what I mean.
- We had to write a story. He liked mine. That was cool, considering I hadn’t written a short story in 15 years.
- I met some really cool people who wrote some really cool stories.
- The weather was warm, no, hot. I was the warmest in Utah that I was all summer. I came back to Edmonton and froze for the rest of the summer. I’m still frozen, only now it’s winter and I expect to freeze in the winter, so it’s okay.
- Montana was absolutely beautiful. Stunning, in fact.
- The Red Iguana in Salt Lake City. Mexican food to die for. Worth going to SLC just for the food.
- Radio stations in Montana, Idaho and Utah suck.
- Americans, at least in Utah, have developed this nasty habit of saying “uh-huh” when you say “thank you.” I believe the correct response is still “you’re welcome,” is it not? I wanted to yell and stamp my feet, but I didn’t. I’ve lived in Canada too long. The politeness thing has rubbed off.
- Shopping, of which we did not do nearly enough. But I got this great dress for $27.
Scott (I get to call him Scott!) had a mild stroke on January 1. He is happily doing well enough to do another Boot Camp this summer. Wish I could go again . . . .