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Why Writing Groups Are Fun

Typing is Fun!

In my ongoing quest to plaster my calendar with Happy Face stickers, I have come upon some fun things that sometimes come at me sideways.

My writing group is one of them. I always enjoy the group but what has been a dawning realization is that it’s a huge source of fun as well.

Now, I would agree that a writing group is probably not the first thing that springs to mind in conjunction with the word, FUN.  But yesterday, as I was driving back from Gibsons with the music cranked and a smile pasted on my face, I figured it out.

In polite society, it’s not considered good form to agonize over comma placements. One doesn’t usually make cocktail party chatter that includes vehemently defending  the idea of not using quotation marks.

And I don’t usually phone up any of my regular friends to proclaim my happiness that comes from changing several verbs from passive to active. And I’m quite sure it’s not worthy of Facebook status to shout out that my writing group helped me remove a sentence that did nothing to further a scene.

But every third or fourth week, we come together…a gathering of written word geeks who love spending three hours on a Sunday relishing each verb, noun and paragraph. We don’t run into each other much outside of this group and if there was a class photo, you might be hard pressed to imagine what this unlikely assemblage had in common with each other and why the heck they had such large grins…but the answer would come to you if you could be a fly on the wall at one of our sessions;

That is when you would witness our genuine pride and excitement – for each other – when our suggestions help to make a sentence so perfect that you swear it might fly off the page. You would see people brave enough to read out their most innermost thoughts, expose their craziness and views of the world and share their undefended hearts. 

 There is something else that’s amazing about this process of feedback and constructive critique (with the right people). I learn as much about technique when I’m working on someone else’s piece as I do when I’m receiving feedback on mine.

I didn’t know when I started writing this post that this is where I’d end up, but then that’s more often the case than not. It would seem this has evolved into an Ode to my Writing Group…so thank you Jan, Sheila, Joan, Stephen, Gayle and Theresa.  You guys are wonderful.

Fridays and Time and Words that Matter

Friday at last...

It’s daunting dahling…daunting I tell you.

Somehow that big shiny Fun House ride has spun around and here we are back on the Friday slot again. Maybe it’d be better if each day just had the next number so that today was only called by its number. Happy 28, I could say, instead of bringing up that whole same-name Friday thing again.

Perhaps it all wouldn’t feel so fast if those tired ol’ days of the week names weren’t repeating themselves every seven days?

Then again, it might make me focus too much on the fact that I’m now 28 days past the deadline I imposed for that e-book I was working on. Sigh…

Or that I’m 28 days into my writing course and I still have no clue as to what my focus is for this project.

Or that there a million books I want to read and people I want to see and things I want to do and…Holy smokes, one has to make choices about this whole use of time thing.

In a good news/bad news twist of fate, my post from last Friday has ceased to exist. It’s a long story, but suffice it to say, it has disappeared from the ether. The general focus of last Friday’s post or should I say, 21st’s post, was to add some links to some great sites I’ve discovered. I’m going to keep that plan going (at least for today) and suggest these:

Brene Brown’s – Ordinary Courage blog is inspirational and motivation and just plain happy…

Angie Mizzell’s blog keeps things fun and interesting…

There is so much to discover on The Rumpus Room, I don’t know where to start but one of my favourite sections is Writers Who Are Braver than Me.

Happy 28th Everyone :)

Readers & Writing in Vancouver

Andrew Pyper

Andrew Pyper may be a best-selling Canadian writer…but he’s also very, very funny.

Last night was the inaugrual kick-off to a great new series at the Vancouver Public Library. This new twice-monthly series of readings and discussions with writers from all backgrounds is called Incite(at)VPL.  (That should be written Incite with the @ sign and then VPL, however my program immediately reads that as a website, freaks out and creates a strange link…)

The Vancouver International Writers Festival has partnered with the VPL to present these free events. If last night can be used as an indicator, it’s going to be very popular.

Andrew Pyper was in fine company. His co-presenters were Amber Dawn and Michael Christie. (As you can see, I’ve added Andrew and Amber’s photos. Unfortunately I couldn’t find one of Michael Christie that wasn’t copyrighted…but I’ll tell you that he’s cute :)

The readings were very diverse, and very fine, with both Michael and Amber taking us in to some very unexpected and edgy places.

But Andrew Pyper had me doing some very unladylike guffaws at some of his asides and commentary. Who knew Farrah Fawcett bubble gum cards could wreak such havoc in an eight-year old boy?

Last night was definitely worthy of a very large happy face sticker on my calendar. If you’re in the Vancouver area, check out the link above and mark these nights on your calendar. I’ll see you there…

Amber Dawn

Guest Post – Writing is like Traveling…and like Light

How great writing is like travelling… and like light.

Colleen Friesen, Mary & Hilda Chirwa

Hello Colleen’s blog readers! Many thanks to you and to Colleen for having me over. If you’re wondering where Colleen went, she’s writing about Having Fun over at Homemakers: The Bright Side today.

I met Colleen through her writing. She’d sent a story to Homemakers magazine, where I’m one of the editors. The piece (which we published in Summer 2009) began:

…I’m the girl you met at Kande post office and I beg you to give me your address…I lost my daddie last year…Hope that this letter meets you…I will be happy if you can visit me next time.

The letter is on pale paper cut from a child-sized notebook. I smile at her reference to “next time” and her geographical ignorance at the size of the world. Later I will wonder how she knew there’d be a next time.

I was transported.

Colleen wrote about her pen pal correspondence with a little girl living in Malawi, and how Colleen eventually paid Kondwani’s school fees, then travelled to Malawi again for that “next time” meeting. Reading, I could feel the hot African sun, breathe the dust, hear the chatter of schoolgirls in homemade uniforms.

But I could also feel Colleen’s experiences – the anxiety about the gulf between life in Canada and life in Malawi, being responsible to others and how to help, and how inadvertently uncomfortable generosity can be.

And this is why I love great writing and storytelling so much. It’s like travelling – you get that wonderful almost tilting of the head into a new experience that isn’t yours yet somehow feels that it is – suddenly seeing through another’s eyes. It’s an incredible feeling, like another puzzle piece clicking into place and showing the world larger, in a new light.

I’m grateful for writers like Colleen for sharing their hearts and thoughts as they do.

Here are a few books that I’ll never forget. Maybe you can add to the list!

1. A childhood favourite: The Sword in the Stone by T.H. White. The magician Merlin educates young Arthur Pendragon by turning him into animals – a fish in the coolly dangerous castle moat, a badger, an ant, and most memorably, a grey goose beating its wings in a tight-knit flock in a great all-night flight across the stormy North Sea.

2. An all-time favourite: God Talks with Arjuna by Paramahansa Yogananda. An incredible commentary on the Hindu scripture the Bhagavad Gita that shows how the whole epic and its climactic civil war represent the inner struggle of every person for spiritual awareness.

3. Recently read: The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency by Alexander McCall Smith. “Traditionally built” Precious Ramotswe opens a detective agency in Botswana to help others. I expected tension and danger and instead found a wonderful world of truly good people, where a detective is not a hard-bitten gun-waving cynic but a healer wielding the power of forgiveness.

Writing Versus Reality

 

Masai Feet

Funny thing. I’d been angsting (this is not the funny part…or unusual) about how I’d fallen off my little recently-built writing wagon.
I’d been doing so good up until yesterday; adding little bits of writing, rewriting other parts from present tense into past tense and generally just very contentedly chipping away and feeling some semblance of progress.
And then suddenly the wheels just crumpled sideways and refused to go round.
So I jumped on a much bigger and well-used wagon that sounds sort of like this: I should just stick to travel writing, shouldn’t have turned any trips down, the memoir is a stupid idea, I can’t do a big project like this… Generally winding myself up, or maybe I should say, winding myself down?
Then I started scrolling through the Africa photos and I remembered, that a) I’m so damned lucky and b) this is my choice.
I can either do it or not do it. But I’m not going to twist on the stupid hook of half-assed guilt.
You know the one? You decline an invitation but spend the rest of the time thinking you should have gone? Or you go to the event and then spend the time thinking you shouldn’t have come?
That my dear friends is a weird waste of time and I was almost on board that rusty, yet oh-so-reliable vehicle. Africa reminded me. Most people do not get much of a choice. They get dealt a hand that is ridiculous in its lack of options.
I have the luxury of doing this. Or not. When looked at that way, I decided writing would be easy. I just needed to get behind whatever decision I made.
So, I think I’ll break for my afternoon cup of joe and then get into some writing.
Meanwhile, here’s another photo from that amazing trip… just in case you think you’re working too hard for too little reward…

Flip Flops