I’ve spent the past week as a subject of Montmoray. Well, not really, but I may as well have. I’ve been immersed in a trilogy recommended by fellow Inkslinger Kallie George: A Brief History of Montmoray, The FitzOsbornes in Exile, and The FitzOsbornes at War, by Michelle Cooper.
Now, I am thoroughly wishing two things:
1. That Montmoray could be a real place.
2. That I could write books like this.
As item two is unlikely, I plan to comfort myself by reading the rest of the books recently recommended by my writing group:
Out of My Mind by Sharon Draper
Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac by Gabrielle Zevin
Elsewhere by Gabrielle Zevin
To which I added:
The Painted Girls by Cathie Marie Buchanan
If I have thicker glasses next time you see me, you’ll know why!
Today, for some light comic relief, I present the story of how I ignored most of yesterday’s advice, and nonetheless found my writing group.
I went to a writing workshop. This particular workshop was about electronic publishing and on-line presence. But here’s the thing about writing classes of any form: 99 percent of attendees are introverts, and at least half of the remaining one percent are… um, how to say this nicely… wacko. So, you turn up at this exciting class, and you find a whole room of nervous-looking people writing notes (before anyone’s said anything) and trying to look busy, because after years spent in front of their computers, they have no idea how to interact with strangers.
Being one of those people, I got out my notebook and began taking copious notes. I continued to scribble right up until the moment when we were supposed to write down our goals for the coming year. Then I wrote “FIND A WRITING GROUP” in big letters, and left my notebook conveniently open, hoping the writer sitting next to me (Rachelle Delaney, whom I sort of knew from CWILL meetings) might glance my way.
I went home and waited. And waited. And waited a bit more. And lo and behold, she called me and said she and her friend Kallie were starting a writer’s group. Did I want to join?
Well, glory hallelliuah! I did.
I never asked whether she actually saw my secret message.