I’ve been counting since I was first accepted, there were over a hundred days then. Now I’m in the final stretch. My dining room table is stacked with the stuff I’m bringing; books, pots and pans, linens, printer paper… basically anything I think I might use. The advantage of driving is that I can take as much as I want, I have no idea how people flying in and limited to one or two suitcases will cope. The disadvantage is, well, it looks and feels like I’m moving and I may not be able to see out of the windows of my car.

So what happens in these days leading up to Odyssey? Well about a month ago, we received a book of essays and short stories and instructions to start reading them about two weeks before we leave. There was also a list of questions (essay questions, no true/false here!) to be answered about each one. The answers go into and begin what will become our journal once we arrive. I wrapped that work up Sunday night. It’s one thing to read a story for enjoyment, it’s quite another to pull it apart and dissect it. I won’t even go into the essays!

Secondly, we were asked to pick a favorite short story and bring a photocopy along with a few paragraphs about what we admire about it; what makes it great. I won’t say just yet which story I picked… I struggled with the choice. My favorite short story is “Everything That Rises Must Converge” by Flannery O’Connor, unfortunately we had to pick a story from speculative fiction (fantasy/sci-fi/horror) and that doesn’t qualify. So, I found a story that shares some of the same traits that I admire about O’Connor’s story. The important news it that it is ready to go.

Finally, we have to have a third short story ready to go as it will need to be turned in sometime during the first week, possibly on the first day. I finished the rough draft a couple of weeks ago and set it aside. Last night, I picked it up and read it again and was pleasantly surprised with how happy I am with it. It’s still quite rough, so over the next couple of days I’ll polish it and get it ready to be torn apart as my first critiqued story at Odyssey.

 

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