Perhaps it was my nostalgia for Clarion, or maybe it was the weekend I had in Calgary that all the science fiction writers had their weekend of writing. All I know is that for two and a half hours, our group wrote. We set up in the library and worked on our laptops and I was happy.
It’s funny, the communal aspects of writing. Why was I so excited to do this? Why was it so much fun to be in a room writing with others? Why is it so hard sometimes doing this alone?
Because I’m a social creature perhaps. Being by myself is very very difficult—professions that make me have to be away from people are hard on me socially. But I loved having them in the room, so I could do both at once. I’m suggesting we do these on a regular basis–so once a month right now, but maybe more later….
Anyway, it was good to do. I worked on a short story, though it took a turn I’ve decided to abandon–too dark for me. I got the willies just writing about it and it overpowered my story….
Still, the exercise is good–and I plan on doing this when I offer my novel writing course in the fall.