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Lit Camp 2013: give yourself the gift of writing with others

The countdown to the alpalca-lypse is ticking down, but so is the countdown to the Lit Camp application deadline!  If you are interested in a brand new writing conference complete with ridiculously great faculty and a gorgeous Northern California setting, then Lit Camp is for you.  There are just 20 more days till the DECEMBER 31st deadline to apply for the Bay Area's first juried writers conference and I would like to personally invite you to submit your fiction or non-fiction for consideration.  Litquake and the Writer's Grotto have teamed up to create this new baby, which means the excellence is manifold.

Faculty members include Adam Johnson (the Orphan Master's Son), Janis Cooke Newman (The Russian Word for Snow), Ethan Nosowsky (McSweeney's Publishing), Oscar Villalon (Zyzzyva), and more.  There will be workshops with heady discussions, late night beverages among new literary friends, panel discussions, yoga, and beauty: the ridiculously pretty Mayacamas Ranch will provide quite the backdrop.

just imagine the convivial conversation


The first ever Lit Camp will be held on Thursday, April 4th - Sunday, April 7th, 2013.  I don't know about you, but I LOVE being at the first of anything.  It gives you a chance to influence the whole flavor of the thing.  And bragging rights.

It's only $20 to submit a short work for consideration, and the monies are a nice fundraiser for the Grotto and Litquake, so you can feel good about that too.  I'm a volunteer, helping a bit with the coordination and at the camp as well, and I'd love to see your happy face there while we try to make this the most awesome writing conference EVER.

Hit HERE to apply before the DECEMBER 31st deadline.  Got questions?  Send 'em my way.

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