Susan C.
Yelp
Many of you, like myself, may know about Hugo House from the special events that are held in its hallowed halls. But it wasn't till this summer - after Hugo moved to First Hill - that I had the opportunity to take a one-day comedy writing seminar with a great instructor and very empathetic fellow students.
Hugo House is, first and foremost, a sanctuary for writers and poets. It offers a variety of short- and long-term courses by enlisting the help of instructors - published writers and other literati - some of whom are past beneficiaries of the programs that Hugo House offers.
Next, Hugo House holds regularly scheduled open mic poetry/story readings - and everyone's welcomed. The worn, second-hand furniture in the lounge area and classrooms bespeak of "serious writing going on", whether the poem is about someone's arthritic cat, Mitzi, or an expose of an afternoon at the DMV. There is no or very little judging going on around here.
I'd taken a course at Hugo House when it had recently moved to this temporary First HIll location. Some office suites had not been fully furnished and there were still stuff in boxes. Walking around the worn-carpeted floors and 70s-chic decor of the building one could rightly assume that, for employees of the Hugo House, running the school and its programs is a labor of love - one that would barely pay for parking in the area.
Because the #1 rule of a writer is to suffer for his/her craft- and the temporary location of Hugo House - next to a church smack dab in the middle of Pill Hill with limited on-street parking ensures that all of their students who don't use public transportation will suffer repeatedly when they circle the block the twentieth time, glaring at that parking spot that's *just* a tad too small for their banged up Honda Civic, because that Mini Cooper is taking up two spaces, or contemplating the virtues of paying for two hours for on street parking on a weekly basis, when they've already paid for 6 weeks of writing courses. There are also several off-street pay lots - some of them questionable, located next to medical clinics and fragranced with the pervasive but effervescent smell of urine and excrement - but is it really necessary to suffer and angst so much for art?
If it weren't for the inconvenient location of Hugo's temporary home, I would consider taking more courses here, as the instructor I had was very informative, well-informed and supportive, and my fellow classmates were wonderful - people whom I could connect with on a regular basis. But as it stands, one summer Sunday morning of trying to find parking next to a church with a too-small parking lot, and finally parking down the block in a questionable pay lot provided me with enough material for writing an entire season's worth of "Parking Wars - Downtown Seattle Edition".