Writers’ Worshop


Popcorn, cookies forgotten, the room filled with the the quiet of industry. Pencils whispered along the lined paper.  Occasionally vigorous erasing shook the table. A hand swiped the paper clean. Knuckles cracked in a pause of contemplation. A hand wiped a forehead, a foot shifted. A pencil tapped the table, before scribbling more quickly than previously. High school students were voluntarily  immersed in the business of writing. An invisible sign swayed over the group.

“Quiet: Creative Genius at Work!”

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