New York. A conference at Troutbeck Inn. Writers. Editors. Networking. Vintage Hudson Valley Wining and Dining. New England autumn, Boston, golden leaves. A rainy night in Frackville, mac and cheese.

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A brisk November weekend, promised the marketing blurb. Networking, ambiance. Dinner and touring with editors. Advance review of clips! Formal one-on-one consultations. Only 35 writers accepted, sign up quick.

An inn in the country, a famous estate, literary ghosts still stroll the grounds. "Troutbeck is an ideal cocoon for sharing travelers' tales, developing story ideas, and making new contacts that can grow into friendships," someone said, who went there once.

Who wouldn't want to go? I'd drive, I thought, and see the Headless Horseman's place, Rip Van Winkle, Hudson Valley tales. And Boston too! Hawthorne, Emerson, Thoreau. New York's Whitman, Virginia's Poe.

A literary legacy, that would be this journey's heart and soul.

  • Here I come, Maren Rudolph
  • It's time to write
Trip Start Nov 09, 1998
Trip End Nov 22, 1998

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