It turned out that several workshop attendees were arriving to Bangor International Airport at around the same time, so once everyone had collected the baggage, we all jumped into Rob’s van (the island caretaker, who came to pick us up) to head to Jonesport to then take the boat to the island.

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What’s it like going to a writers workshop? Are these things worth the expense, time, and effort? What’s it like traveling by boat to a tiny uninhabited, off-the-grid island, to be secluded with ten other attendees off the coast of Maine for a week? Will this end up like Lost or Survivor?

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I chatted with a farmer today. He’s probably around 80 years old, has a grip like iron, wears a hat and overalls, and has a bad back that aches him in the mornings, around noon, in the afternoon, and before going to bed. But every day he’s up before dawn (“I got up this morning before breakfast,” …