Judith Guest didn't realize she was writing a novel until she was about 200 pages into "Ordinary People."
"I never learned to outline," Guest said. "I don't start by saying, 'I think I'll write a novel today.' I just fool around and fool around and fool around and then I look at this pile of paper and say, 'Oh. I guess I'm writing a novel.' "
Guest was speaking along with Lorna Landvik and Faith Sullivan at the opening night of the North Shore Readers and Writers Festival, held last week in Grand Marais.
No better place to be in spring, or summer, or cross-country skiing season. But in early November, when dark rolls down from the Sawtooth Mountains at about 4:30 p.m., it's quiet.
Over the past year, as folks were planning the festival, "we thought it'd be really swell if 40 people showed up," said Joan Drury, owner of Drury Lane Books and one of the event's sponsors.
Instead, about 140 people signed up, coming to Grand Marais from points along the North Shore, the Twin Cities and elsewhere, to take part in four days of discussions, workshops, craft talks and after-hours readings and celebrations.
You couldn't, as novelist Sarah Stonich put it so gracefully, swing a dead cat without hitting a writer. (And the writers really hoped nobody would try.)
A generous discussion
The opening night discussion by Landvik, Sullivan and Guest set the tone for the rest of the festival.