By Justine Lee Musk
I was at a week-long writer’s retreat at a villa in St Tropez. We played two truths and a lie. The point was to speak and go deep.
Some of us might or might not have said things like:
My friend knows that I slept with her husband.
I’ve been in prison twice.
I’ve been lonely my whole life.
I feel secretly responsible for the death of my child.
My English teacher seduced me when I was sixteen.
The point was to create an atmosphere of intimacy and trust that would allow us to pack as much progress as we could in the time that we had together.
If we couldn’t share work that was still in the vulnerable early stages, or tell each other the truth (in a constructive manner), or go deep in the timed writing exercises, we would waste time and... More...
