The other night my phone did that messenger ‘ding!’ And without fail I said to Hubbie, “that might be my writing friends.”
That’s it. I’m done.
I have made it.
I have a writing group. ✍📖
It was such an amazing realisation. They are the people I’ve met in my online course, and we have been reading each other’s work for months now, getting revved up and also totally paranoid and anxiety-ridden over the fact that we need to submit full novels for review and feedback by next weekend.
Not stressing… much… ???
But they make everything okay. We added each other as friends on facebook and have started our own chat away from the restrictions of the online classroom. Most days someone will post something helpful or share some personal writing thoughts, or just cry that they are about to pull out of the course and we will all be like “don’t you dare!”
It’s a lovely place to be, and be a part of. I shared my own structural journey with my novel, taking a photo of the unique way in which I am trying to work out the narrative and see where my themes, characters and rising tension is occurring… yeah unique way, on the floor.
Yep, there you have it. Your first look at my novel! Good luck making sense of it though (I am struggling too). 🤣
But having people to bounce off ideas, inspire you to keep going, and remind you that after all of this they will be attending your book launch (!), well it’s completely heart warming.
Amazing. It’s a bloody great place to be, and I am so chuffed to be a part of it.