I can’t remember whether I mentioned this before, don’t think I did, but I recently joined a writer’s group out in St. Clair Shores. Aside from committing myself to writing every day, and to getting (a whole lot) better at self promotion and marketing my stuff, I think this may be one of the best things I’ve done in awhile as a writer to improve my craft.
I’m finding that it is good to interact with other human beings.
But I never would have come out of this cave if it hadn’t been for my daughter, Samiya, who also happens to be a writer. Matter of fact she happens to be one of the best writers I know personally. No brag, just fact. I’m telling you the girl can string words together into all kinds of amazing shapes, sounds and colors that I never would have thought they could do. Probably weren’t meant to do until she decided otherwise. If she tells a word to jump, it dutifully asks how high, then pops up higher than that.
Anyway, I was saying how this whole thing started about me getting out of the cave. So my daughter and I have been having these infrequent writer-to-writer sessions where she essentially schools me on what I need to do next as a self-employed writer to get myself to the next level of being a self-employed writer. Because Samiya knows this stuff cold. And I have absolutely no problem putting myself in the chair with the students when I’m the one needs to learn something.
And among other somethings, one of the big somethings I needed to learn was that writers need to breathe outdoor air and interact with other writers and artists – and even other non-writers/artists – on occasion. Re-connect with the folk. One among many good things about performing on stage as a musician is the interaction with the crowd as well as the fellow band members. But since I haven’t been on stage in quite awhile I guess I started sorta fading away into myself without even realizing it.
Which is pretty much why Samiya said for me to bring myself out of self. So I did.
So far? Seems to be working.