Group Effort

Earlier this summer I listented to an audio book called Hidden Talents, a novel about a rather disparate bunch of people who come together via a little writer's group at a local bookshop.  Over the course of a year or so, not only do they become better writers (one even gets a book published!), but they become fast friends, learning from each other about plot and characterization, but also about life, love, and family relationships. So I've been thinking longingly about a writer's group, wishing I could find such a band of hearty souls with whom to share words and wisdom.  Now, don't be offended - of course all my blogging friends are priceless! But actually meeting face to face with other writers would add an entirely new dimension to the experience. I've never had a writing friend, but I've certainly had lots of musical friends.  Working together creatively to achieve a common goal is exciting and energizing, and I'd really love to bring that dynamic into my writing practice.

So I was quite excited earlier this week when I saw a flyer posted in my favorite local coffee house:

First Cup  Writer's Group, Sunday 2:30 p.m.

Open to all fledgling writers

Bring 2-3 pages of something you're working on to share

We'll also be discussing Elmore Leonard's book, Rules for Writing

Yes! I thought, initially filled with enthusiasm.  I certainly have some pages I could share.  And I love First Cup - my favorite barista, Amy, is a writer, so I assumed she was responsible for starting this group.  Then the doubts set in.  But what if they're all much better than I?  What if they're pompous and sarcastic and nitpicky and mean...

When Sunday afternoon rolled around,  I had talked myself in and out of going about five times.  As I was dithering around the house, my husband wisely suggested I casually head over to First Cup as I often do on a Sunday afternoon, and spy on quietly observe  the group.  

Superb advice.  The "group" turned out to be three teenagers and the "leader," a woman of about 35.  (I overheard someone say that Amy wasn't coming, since she couldn't get a babysitter.)  In the 30 minutes I listened in, the "discussion" was interrupted three times by cell phone calls, and the topics ranged from the troubles of another member who was apparently having a nervous breakdown, problems getting babysitters, the perfect shade of blue for bedroom curtains, and what classes to register for during your first semester at college.  I did hear one member read about two paragraphs of her story, about which no one had any comment. The "leader," with much preparatory disclaiming, proceeded to read a bit of her "work in progress."  However, at just that moment a customer ordered two pounds of coffee beans "ground fine," so the incessant buzz of the grinder put paid to hearing any of this masterpiece.

Needless to say, I came home very glad I hadn't let myself in for any of that, and pleased as punch I had taken my husband's advice and "laid low" for the first meeting.

But the experience started me thinking about what I would want in a "real" writing group, things like these:

  • Size: It should be small - five or six people at most;
  • Rules: There should be definite rules about critique, at least in the beginning.  Comments should be time limited, and only one person talks at a time.  Perhaps a critique form should be followed ~ what works/doesn't work about the selection, what does the reader need to know more about, what details or sentences are particularly effective~rather than just blanket statements;
  • Genre Specific: The group members should be writing the kinds of things they appreciate reading.  I'm not sure if I could be competently critique a science fiction, fantasy, or western writer, because I don't read those genres.

And perhaps the most important question - what do I really want to gain?  Do I want honest feedback from other writers, people who aren't quite editors, but whose realistic and honest opinion could be helpful in honing my work.  Or do I want, as Anne Lamott puts it, to "hang out with all these other people, maybe with another  writer you respect, to get and give response and encouragement, and to hear how other people tell their stories."  (Bird by Bird)

Thinking back to the characters in Hidden Talents, the most appealing thing about their group was the sense of camraderie which developed as they worked at their craft, the relationships which helped them become better writers, that encouraged them to keep working and take pride and satisfaction in the process, not just in whether their work was published.  Having a supportive writing group or partner allows ideas to fly around the room like sparks from a holiday sparkler.  It helps you see things differently.  It helps you keep going when the words start to dry up.  A group something like this one that Lamott describes:

There are four people, three women and one man, who met in one of my classes and who have been meeting as a group for four years.  I see them together in bookstores or cafes, where they sit at tables with wine or coffee and go over each other's work, offer criticism and encouragement, ask questions, and figure out where to go next.  They do not actually edit each other's drafts, but they listen to each other's work and help each other keep at it.

They've gone from being four tense, slightly conceited lonely people who wanted to write to one of those weird little families we fashion out of whoever's around us.  They're very tender with one another.  They still look forward to their meetings after all these years.  They are better writers and better people because of their work with each other.

They are better writers and better people because of their work with each other.  What could be a better goal for a writing group - or any group for that matter? 

 

How about you? Have you ever belonged to a writer's group? Did it work? Why (or why not?)  What would be your criteria for the perfect writer's group?

 

 

The World At Work

In the blog world, I often read about the way in which the "universe moves" to point you in the direction you need to be.  My mother would call it coincidence.  I like to use the term serendipity. 

Whatever term you use, it happened just this morning, and now my thoughts are in an excited little whirl.

You see, I've been feeling in a huge rut for the past few weeks, stuck on a boring treadmill with nothing to look forward to.  My writing was feeling the effects of this condition, and I've been toying with the idea of just packing it all in and giving up.

But I've also been thinking that perhaps it was time to move on to the next level with writing. Take a class, or go to a workshop, do something to propel myself out of the writing rut.

So I'm mulling this over in my mind during our walk at the park.  Afterwards, I decide to stop by my favorite coffee house for the customary mid-morning brew.

Lo and behold, I spy a sign on the door:

First Cup Writer's Group

Open to all fledgling writers who'd like to improve their work and talk about writing. 

Bring two or three pages of something you'd like to share.

We'll also be discussing Elmore Leonard's 10 Rules of Writing.

Sunday, August 10, 2008, at 2:30.

 

Well, if that's not the universe at work, I don't know what is.

Except for this, which I clicked on immediately after I got home.

Roseanne, over at Firefly Nights, honored me with a lovely award, which I greatly appreciate.  But it was the words she used to describe the Byline that really filled my heart with encouragement.

"Becca is a very talented writer and an avid reader.  If you’re looking for a lot of silly fluff, don’t even bother to visit.  But, if you like a writer who can weave a fictional story out of a few key words and someone with a lot of life experience who writes about family issues and problems we can all relate to, Becca is the blogger for you."

Coincidence, serendipity, or the universe at work...two relatively small incidents in the larger scheme of life, but able to provide a much needed dose of encouragment to my sagging spirit.

How about you?  Has the universe moved for you lately? 

 

Writing for Real

 I'm never quite sure how to answer when people ask what I "do."  Of course, I know they'e really asking what I do for a living, so I usually take the easy way out and say I'm an adminisrative assistant, or perhaps I'll say I'm an admin and a musician. I never say I'm a writer.

Why is that?  Since I began blogging a couple of years ago, I've logged nearly as many hours at this keyboard as I have at my office computer, and certainly more than I've spent at the ivories.  I've written over 600 blog posts, completed two novellas, and dozens of poems and haiku.

But none of my friends (aside from all of you) and only a few of my family members have any idea that I've been doing all this scribbling in my spare time.

So why am I hoarding this little secret? 

Is it because I don't consider myself a "real writer?"  What does it take to be a "real writer"?

In the past, it's been easier for me to define myself as a musician, because people listen to my music. The reward of playing for an audience is immediate and intoxicating. You see their reaction in the smiles on their faces, you feel their involvement in the energy that pervades the room, you hear their enjoyement in the excited applause. I admit that I love that instant reaction, that feeling of providing the audience with something that entertains and enlightens them.  But I've recently curtailed a lot of my musical activities, and for the first time in many years, I'm going into the fall season without any musical responsibilites other than my church choir.  Cutting back on my musical involvement was deliberate, a way to give myself more time to pursue other activities- like writing.

The writer's "product"~the essay, the story, the poem~is "consumed" somewhere else. The feedback is rarely immediate, and sometimes doesn't come at all.  We often must be content with a private sense of accomplishment, the satisfaction of a story well told or a metaphor perfectly placed.  The "real world" rewards - recognition and financial success - are few and far between.

The internet, and specifically the experience of blogging, has changed this scenario.  Suddenly our words can be read by someone, somewhere, who might find them meaningful. However, there are those who don't consider blogging "real writing," decrying it is nothing more than glorified journal keeping.  Personally, I'm thrilled that the internet has provided writers like us with a place to share our stories, our perspective, our experiences, and ~even more exciting~ to engage in a dialogue with other writers. At least in this space, I find myself much more comfortable saying that I am a writer.

Perhaps, some day, I'll be able to say it to the rest of the world as well.

  How about you?  Do you consider yourself a writer? Do you think blogging is "real writing?" What does it take to be a "real writer"?

Stay Eager

Do stuff.  Be clenched, curious.  Not waiting for inspiration's shove or society's kiss on your forehead.  Pay attention.  It's all about paying attention.  Attention is vitality.  It connects you with others.  It makes you eager.  Stay eager.    ~Susan Sontag

I should know better than to title a post with the day of the week...then everytime I look at my blog, I'm reminded how long it's been since I've written anything.

But I also remind myself that writing is not an obligation to be dreaded like grocery shopping, or paying bills, or weeding the garden.  It's the way I honor my observations about life in general (and my own in particular), the way I make sense of a sometimes senseless world, the way I connect with friends all over cyberspace.

It's the way I pay attention.

But I've been a bit attention deficit lately, not paying attention to the bracing aroma of my morning coffee, or the symphony of birdcalls that greet me on the back porch each morning as I take the first sip. Not paying attention to Magic and Molly's exuberant greeting when I return home from work. 

And I haven't been doing stuff  either.   Haven't been riding my bike along the avenue of smooth new blacktopped roads running through our neighborhood.  Haven't been talking with friends over drinks at our favorite outdoor cafe.  Haven't been playing piano for any singers anxious to rehearse. 

So I'm neither vital nor eager.

Eagerness - it's that "on your mark, get set, go!" kind of feeling.  The "can't wait to get started" butterflies in your heart, the chomping at the bit, hooves pawing the ground urgency. 

 I vaguely remember it...

Do you?

A young woman whose work I greatly admire has an inspirational project afloat in the blog world.  It's called Be Brave, and it challenges participants to "do one thing each day that scares you."  One thing about which you would normally shy away, procrastinate, or say "Oh, I couldn't..."

In addition to Being Brave, perhaps we should add Stay Eager to our list of personal challenges. Pay attention to the things that exicte us, and find new things when old familiar ones begin to pale. 

I'll be on the lookout for some.

I'll keep you posted.

So, how about you? Have you been Paying Attention?  How do you Stay Eager?