{"id":142,"date":"2006-02-19T08:15:44","date_gmt":"2006-02-19T15:15:44","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2006-02-19T08:16:48","modified_gmt":"2006-02-19T08:16:48","slug":"sunday_morning_reflections_on_camp_and_w","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sarahdopp.com\/blog\/2006\/sunday_morning_reflections_on_camp_and_w\/","title":{"rendered":"Sunday Morning Reflections on Camp and Writing"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"juiz-outdated-message jodpm-top\">Heads up, this content is 20 years old. Please keep its age in mind while reading.<\/div><p>Woolf Camp is amazing.  I was just gushing last night, in the group of women sitting on bean bags on hardwood floors, overlooking the foggy Santa Cruz ravine, that this place is a new experience for me.  I often lament that my particular brand of tech geek, writer, and entreprenuer rarely exists in another person.  Being here, being surrounded by these women (and a few men) who collectively embody all these qualities I love in myself but can rarely find in others&#8230; is validating, exciting, and most of all inspiring.  You can check out the party here:  <a href=\"http:\/\/woolfcamp2006.blogspot.com\">WoolfCamp 2006 Blog<\/a>.The people here are incredible.  I want to tell you about all of them.  I probably will when I get home and have the space to decompress.  I performed two memorized slam pieces last night, in a candlelit impromptu poetry reading.  The classic manifesto piece about what we put into our bodies, and the intense drumming piece about the woman dancing.  The reception was wonderful &#8212; and it launched me into another hour of lamenting my unconscious decision to stop writing.  It&#8217;s been years since I took poetry seriously.  And yet, I still have these pieces memorized.  It&#8217;s a constant internal battle, so it must mean something to me.  I justify my absence from line breaks by saying my new creative release is forming work and organizations &#8212; and most significantly, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.thewrit.org\">The Writ<\/a>.  But really, I hate that I don&#8217;t write value poetry like I used to.  Between fulltime work and fulltime school, I can honestly argue that I don&#8217;t have time, but that never stopped me before&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Heads up, this content is 20 years old. Please keep its age in mind while reading.Woolf Camp is amazing. I was just gushing last night, in the group of women sitting on bean bags on hardwood floors, overlooking the foggy Santa Cruz ravine, that this place is a new experience for me. I often lament [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[31],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-142","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-the_creative_life"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sarahdopp.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/142","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sarahdopp.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sarahdopp.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sarahdopp.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sarahdopp.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=142"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/sarahdopp.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/142\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sarahdopp.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=142"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sarahdopp.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=142"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sarahdopp.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=142"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}