I was going to answer the group email for my (second) book club today and found my fingers going mushy on the keyboard and my enthusiasm sucked dry. In a mealy-mouthed way I was saying, “Okay, I’ll come meet at the restaurant, although I may not get Good God Bird by then, but….” and then I erased my message. I took a breath and then wrote the truth. I love hanging out with you teachers and what I really want is a writing group.
And I re-read my little lime journal I’ve been carrying around recently. One page started: Goal 1 GET a writing group. I was startled because I wrote it down and didn’t seem to be pursuing it. It was the beginning of notes from Anne Lamott’s writing seminar. The second note was [because] “need someone to see what I can’t see.”
Surely, with writing project friends and teacher friends, I can get a handful of people to commit, at least for 6 sessions, to come over and share work and write together and give feedback. Why does that seem so hard?
I get MeetUp notices. There’s a writers’ meet up called, “Shut up and write!” which doesn’t sound like my kind of group. I really would prefer to sort of know the other writers, even if superficially.
So, I think maybe I’ll make an evite and send it out. Perhaps after the first panic of starting up school, some literary teachers will think it a welcome window to come over and talk and write.
Not much of a story, but just a bit of an ongoing saga as I try to manage working in retirement and contributing to my local writing project and still find some creative time.
And the sequel to this post, I’m writing a few weeks later, is that I have a writing group. Some teachers from SJAWP whom I truly like, respect and want to read what they write. It’s next Wednesday and we meet in a coffee house in Campbell. Write Away.