I’m about to commit an act of Heresy so get those torches and pitchforks ready while I pull up the drawbridge and have the servants not feed the alligators in the moat today…
I don’t have much use for Writing Groups.
Maybe it’s because when I was coming up as a neophyte writer, there wasn’t that many of them out there and those that were tended to be way outside whatever zip code I happened to be living in at a given time. Maybe it’s because other than the social aspect, I wasn’t getting any writing done while standing around sipping cappuccino and discussing great ideas that were tantamount to showing off how big your Writing Instrument was.
Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because when I would try to attend such things I seemed to hear the same old information being presented over and over….and over again…
I’m a very social person. I love to meet new people and Baby, I have french-kissed The Blarney Stone enough times to make some interesting conversations. But I never seem to have writing-related questions when I attend these functions. I know my experience isn’t the Universal Norm but it’s all I have to go with when that little voice inside my head tells me that I should be home at the word processor (remember those?) writing a great story.
Now the writing groups tend to be online and that compounds the problem because on top of blanking out in the face of the material, I now have to deal with private messages that are the electronic equivalent of “please hold my hand and talk me through writing my story because it’s dark and scary out there.”
Of course, I’ll help where I can but taking someone personally through a step by step procedure for writing a story is like trying to put training wheels on a motorcycle. You could probably do it but after a certain speed it won’t work and you’ll look silly in the process.
On the other hand, maybe I’ve just been attending the wrong groups. 😉