Sometimes I view my writing as a silly folly. Truthfully, I don’t know what it means to be a writer. What does a writer look like, act like, or think like? Can I play the part convincingly? I went to a writers’ Meetup group to find out.
In the corner of a Barnes and Noble, a group of writers set folding chairs in a circle. Some of them brought copies of their work to share, others came to listen and critique. The group’s moderator, a quiet and thoughtful man, invited members to introduce themselves.
I took notes. Here were people who wrote poetry, short stories, screen plays, memoirs, essays, and novels. None of them admitted to being a blog writer (including me). I wondered why.
For this meeting, writers brought flash or short works (1000 words or less). I brought a blog entry that fit the specs. For the next few hours, we shared and critiqued each other. The process takes courage, love, and spot-on feedback.
Toward the end of the meeting. the moderator reminded members to give him their web addresses. So that’s why no one admitted to being a blog writer – having a blog is a given. Gosh, I’m dumb. The moderator wanted to promote them on the MeetUp message board. Nice perk, right?
I know I have a lot to learn about being a writer. But at this Meetup, I learned that writers are real people just like me.
If you’ve ever tried a writers’ group, what was it like for you?
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