How Depressing
Saturday, September 13th, 2008I finally found a writer’s group that met my needs. I looked forward to meeting twice a month. I was generating novel starts and honing my craft. It was an hour drive away and I was able to stay at my parents home in Vanderbilt, Michigan and drive back on Friday morning to teach. During the summers it gave me an extended week-end away.
This week I learned to my sorrow that the group has disband. It seems many were not able to make the meetings and there weren’t enough of us to keep the group alive. The group moderator stepped down and turned all of his information over to the Arts Council, in hopes that someone would pick up the ball and run with it. I’d volunteer however I do not live locally.
It is so hard to find a group of writers and keep them together. Writers either write faithfully or they treat writing as a lover, putting it on the back burner and taking it out from time to time. Some writers write in the privacy of their home and never communicate with other writers. Some writers are even afraid to admit they are writers. Writing is putting yourself out there for others to criticize. Some find writing to be very private.
I am hoping someone will pick up the dropped ball and get us all back on track. There were some very talented people in our group. I personally found the feed back I got the most helpful.
If you are lucky enough to be a part of a writing group, don’t take them for granted. Make a committment to them and to yourself. Attend the meetings.
Happy writing all.
