I spent almost the whole weekend preparing for our second meetup this Wednesday. I refined the agenda, prepared the materials we needed (sign-up sheet, reminder cards, etc), typed up all the hand-outs and worksheets, and printed them out for the people who RSVP’d to attend the session.
It was hard work, but the funny thing is, I didn’t mind at all.
The truth is, writing is a lonely task. There are days when I feel like my manuscript will never be published, days when I feel like the sacrifices are too much and the blessings too little. Often, I have to rely on the strength of my own conviction to keep on the “write” path.
One day, I realized I didn’t have to journey on this writing road alone. I sought out a writing group, and was lucky enough to enjoy the company of other writers when I attended the SCBWI Westside schmooze.
It felt great to be part of a group of people who know how hard a life of writing can be. It was wonderful to share ideas and experiences with them. My passion for writing was reawakened after every session. I attacked my rewrites with fierce intensity and my hope for a future as a full time writer was renewed.
I knew I could never go back to just writing on my own.
So while the schmooze was on its summer break, I went looking for a writing group near my home. Since there weren’t any, I decided to take the crazy plunge and organize a writing group myself. I did some research, figured out how to do it, and the rest is history.
Organizing a writing group is hard work, but I will keep on doing it for as long as other writers wish to share their experiences, ideas, thoughts and troubles with me. In the end, the rewards are greater than the sacrifices.
The road feels long when you travel on it alone; but in the company of friends, the winding path straightens, the way becomes smooth, and the journey fleeting.
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