Stayed up way too late tonight with some old friends. We are rekindling a writer’s group.
There is little in life so precious as a good writer’s group. And this is a good writer’s group.
Ironically, we spoke very little about our writing tonight. We didn’t talk about our writing at ALL last meeting. Nevertheless, it was essential to the writing process that we do this.
See, just coming together and listening and talking with one another made me feel so much more ready to be creative.
If a writer writes alone in the woods, and nobody hears it, did it make a noise?
If I think about sitting down to put word to screen, and I do not have confidence that anyone besides myself gives a damn–I will most likely not sit down to put word to screen.
I have ideas and thought that I *think* about capturing and crafting.
But I don’t do it.
HOWEVER! My group got together to listen and to talk to one another. We were saying to one another ‘Yes! That is worth thinking about! Yes, you did phrase that cleverly! You do have a gift to share with us-with the world.’
We were cherishing one another.
It takes effort to write. To write ANYTHING, be it an opus magnum or a grocery list.
If I don’t value what I want to write, I lose it. All the ideas in the world are nothing to the lost ideas of the world.
It’s worth the effort