by
Sarah White
After I graduated from
Bowling Green State University with my Bachelor of Fine Arts, I prowled the
streets of my hometown desperate to find fellow writers in my community.
In the newspaper (people
read those back then), I found an advertisement about a writing group. It met
at the local library twice a month. Immediately, I called the number and found
out what days and times. The man was welcoming and eager to have a new
member.
When I went to the public
library for the first meeting, I was ecstatic.
I was finally going to rejoin with a group of fellow writers who shared
each other’s love of language and story.
In college, I had had workshops, deadlines, readings—a nurturing,
artistic environment. When it all
suddenly stopped, I felt adrift, almost depressed. But, here, I had found this group!
I looked around and
around at the various tables, and there, in the back of the library, were my
two people.
The woman was probably in
her early 70’s and she wrote lyrical poetry with a staunch rhyme scheme and all
the “thees” and “thous” she could muster.
She firmly believed that all love stories should focus on “beautiful
people” because “nobody wants to read a romance about ugly people.” I’ll never forget that.
The man hovered in his
early 50’s and he wrote stories about middle-aged male protagonists struggling
with marriage and sex, sort of a blend of American
Beauty and just about any Michael Douglas movie. I’ll never forget that either.
And, then, there was me—a
24-year-old who wrote literary stories that teetered on purple prose.
This was my writing
community.
Eventually, the group
dwindled down to just the man and me.
His critiques were helpful, and I learned a few things, but this was not
the robust group of people starving and bleeding for their craft that my young
imagination had hoped to find.
Being a part of a good
writing community is necessary for every writer, regardless of his or her
abilities, publication record, or education level. As previous posts have
mentioned, writing groups provide with us networking, the chance to “break
bread” with fellow artists, and the opportunity to have our work read and
critiqued by peers.
We should never take a
strong writing community for granted.
One of my favorite quotes
is attributed to C. S. Lewis: “We read to know we’re not alone.”
Isn’t
it ironic that writers sit alone in front of typewriters and blank computer
screens only to reach through space and time to let another person feel less
alone?
Writing
groups, likewise, let writers know we’re
not alone. We may tell our stories in solitude, but it is always with the hopes
of that story being read.
As Stephen King tells us: “Write
with the door closed, and rewrite with the door open.”
Open up the door and join the IWC at one
of its many reading and writing events!
Doing so may just give you a good story
to tell.