Today's OneWord: Workshop

I taught my very first creative writing workshop in the basement of a small and nondescript pottery store, which closed around 5 PM and had an owner who was more than happy to let me use his space provided that he got twenty dollars out of it. The handful of students who had agreed to tis arrangement would file into the basement one by one, sitting on the motley array of cushions and old wooden chairs that squeaked so loudly that it almost sounded like we were strangling cats every time we shifted our weight.