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Hey Reader! My voice, just coming back after a few days of laryngitis-turned-chest-cold, is rough and sexy right now. Or maybe it’s just congested and nasally. I’m hoping it’s the former, because I spent half my day recording and sending welcome videos to the early-bird applicants for Shrimp Club who’ve gotten in so far. A stuffy nose doesn’t really add panache — “Welcubb to Shrip Club!” Mucinex commercial isn’t the vibe I’m going for. But the group of Shrimpers who are joining? Now there’s a vibe. This bonus of the free ticket to my NYC writing workshop in March was pretty smart of me, gotta say. Why? Because it’s been perfect for attracting the kind of Shrimpers I love most: The ones who want to lean into their writing. - Some want to write a book. All of that is what we do in Shrimp Club. Because it’s an in-person event, this bonus speaks to another desire as well: Community. That keeps coming up on the applications, because it’s what Shrimp Club is known for. Ask any Shrimp Club member or alum what’s the best thing about it, and they’ll tell you “the people.” Or, they might say, “Working with Laura. But also the people.” I like to think it’s a toss-up. If any of that speaks to you, this is your final reminder: Apply before the stroke of midnight ET so you can get in on that early-bird bonus of the NYC writing workshop, back-to-back with our annual retreat. It’s not your last chance to apply. Shrimp Club will open back up for applications in August, and we start in October. But if you know you want in, why wait and miss out? If you can’t swing payment yet, you can commit now with a deposit. Apply here before 11:59 ET tonight (Monday) to get that fat bonus. If it’s a fit all around, expect either a hoarse welcome message in your inbox, or a stuffed-up welcubb bessage id your idbox. xoLaura *PS - I love what Elizabeth Vennari, who joined today, wrote in her email to me: “In the copywriting space…*authentic* seems to be an overly soft voice, and conversely, I write like I'm punching a wall.” YESSS! Let’s punch some walls. PPS - The schedule, one last time: MARCH 22-24TH IN NYC SUN/MON: Writing Workshop If you get in on this, you’re in for the most creatively (and socially) invigorating three days of your life. The eventual workshop ticket price will be $1,997.
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"Yours are the only emails I actually open and read" - a regular reply in my inbox since 2009...and I'll bet in yours, too, once you subscribe and learn by pure, lazy osmosis to become the most compelling writer around. That said, no promises on improving your moral character.
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