Last night I had my first ever writers group meeting. I know why I put off joining a writers group, and now those reason seem silly. I’ve been writing for most of my life but it took me until recently to suck it up and join, all because I was afraid. Yes, I was terrified of joining a writers group.
I was worried that I would be laughed out by my poor spelling or lack of formal education on the subject. Which was so not the case. I was treated as an equal, a peer, some one with something worth saying. I had a blast and a half! It helped that the story we were going over didn’t need much, it was damn near perfect. Of course when I was first reading over it, I began to worry again, seeing as how I couldn’t really find anything wrong with it. I kept wondering if I didn’t know enough yet to join a group and do any good. Turns out this wasn’t the case. Not at all. She really had wrote the start of a great a novel. And I can’t wait until she lands an Agent and gets published so I can tell all my wonderful readers to well, read her book.
And even though my work wasn’t up to bat last night, I still learned a great deal. The little things we did point out as could be improved felt to me as though I was knit picking. The story was great, but it could be better by doing this. But those little things, to make a good book better could be used in my own work to make it better. Which is what I’m going to be doing today, among a lot of other things.
Not only did I learn a lot last night, but the zeal of the others filled me with joy and inspiration for my own novel. I can’t wait to give in today, even more so than normal.
So, with that, I’ll bid you ado and hit the pages of my work with fresh eyes.