I found a new writing group. I’ve gone three times, and with the exception of the last time, when there was entirely too much talking from one of the members, it has been a good thing. As I struggle and struggle with trying to get that second book written, I am using anything and everything to try to push my writing forward. That’s the way most of us do it, right? When the first thing doesn’t work, you try the second thing, the third thing, the millionth thing. This is one of those things.
I like writing groups, for the most part. Getting out of the house to write does make a difference in how my brain works. I have a lovely home office with a lovely view of my shade garden in the back yard, and a happy cat who is more than willing to sit nearby and offer me her silent
judgment moral support. The problem is the home office is in the home. There is wash to be washed, dishes to make their way into the dishwasher or dish drainer (yes, I live with people that are not so fastidious), weeds to be pulled from the garden beds or water to be put on garden beds, a basket of peaches on the counter ready to turn into jam, a baby quilt needing to be stitched, or that Ted Talk I want to listen to.
The coffee shop has terrible wi-fi but great coffee. And in a group, there are other people trying to make their goals. Listening to what they are working on is inspiring sometimes. “The first thing I noticed was the blood,” one of the writers tells me. That is his opening line. He is his mother’s sole caregiver – she has dementia. Getting out to write helps him to not go insane. “Let me tell you about the iron bird,” another writer tells me. She’s 70-ish, retired, and hand-writes in the most beautiful handwriting. She reads a short passage from her WIP, about a wadi in the dessert, that is surrounded by surreal and amazing creatures, including the iron bird. She describes the sound of the iron bird’s movements in wonderful, lyrical language.
And me? I’m writing a scene about a car crash and redemption. My words are not as beautiful, but I’m getting thee story down, and I will go back and make it more beautiful. At least, I hope so.
But sitting with writers with such talent makes me want to go back to my back-burner project, the story about Bernice. She is on the Spectrum, and she is amazing. Bernice has a story to tell, if I ever have time to devote to her. I have a kind of long bit of her story, if you’re wanting something different to read. You can read it here.
Do you like writing groups? Are you part of one or do you have a group of people you regularly write with? Tell me about it in the comments!