It was dark in the bar, so I stepped carefully into the back room. There were two women about my age sitting at a table chatting. They looked up when I stumbled down a step I hadn’t noticed.
“Are you here for the writers’ group?” one of them asked.
“Yes, I am.”
“Well take a seat and join us.”
It was an innocuous start to something that has since become incredibly important to me. The group has grown quite a bit since then. We meet at a public library twice a month to critique each other’s work for an hour or so. I love this time and these people for various and assorted reasons, not the least of which is they make me feel normal.
Most of my friends don’t know I write. The ones who do know, don’t understand why I do it. I have a good job that I’m not planning on leaving any time soon, and lots of friends and family to take up my time. Why would I want to spend hours alone in my office scribbling away? Why indeed? I don’t know the answer to that question, but I do know writing is something I don’t just want to do, but need to do.
I’ve learned more about my craft from this group than I have from all the books I’ve read on writing and all the classes I’ve taken about writing combined. We encourage each other, believe in each other and sometimes even scold each other. Anyone who wants work critiqued, brings several copies to pass around. Each writer takes a turn reading what they’ve brought and then the others tell her where she can improve the piece. It sounds scary and it is. The first time I read anything to the group, my hands shook uncontrollably and my voice quavered, but now I don’t have a single butterfly in my stomach. I know the feedback will be honest and sensitive.
We have two conferences a year, one in the spring and one in the fall. I’ve never had the time to attend the spring conference, and unfortunately won’t be able to this year either, but I’ve been to the last two fall conferences. What fun! Lectures, seminars, workshops, other writers to talk to!
Heaven to someone like me and maybe to someone like you?
The moral of this post my dear virtual friends is that if you write, and want to feel normal, accepted and understood, seek out a writers’ group near you and join it. You won’t regret it.Posted in She Loves, She Writes | 7 Comments »
I have another cute label/wonderful red wine for you to try!
It’s got blackberry and vanilla notes, very smooth. Long lovely finish…
I really liked this one!
It’s a great sipping wine, but would be lovely with just about anything off the grill this summer!
This post is in honor of the letter “V” and part of Jenny Matlock’s Alphabet Thursday. For more V” posts, please click here http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/Posted in She Drinks! | 14 Comments »
It’s sort of, kind of, almost spring!
There’s still a lot of snow in the upper Uintas, but here where I am at 6500 feet, the willows are starting to bud. It snowed Saturday and Sunday, but last night the weather was beautiful so I decided to take a walk with my camera.
and people are riding their horses on the rail trail
I don’t ride my horses on the rail trail because they’re Arabians and they think trail riding is scary. In their minds, it is perfectly ok to kill Mom if she tries to take you out of the safety of the arena on a trail, especially if there’s something terrifying like a kid riding a bike or something.
What can I say? I may be old, but I don’t want to die quite yet.
This post is in honor of the letter “U” and part of Jenny Matlock’s Alphabet Thursday. For more unusual “U” posts, please click here http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/Posted in She Shoots | 17 Comments »