Living on the flip side of the planet I don’t get to connect
much with other children’s and YA writers, but this past weekend has been a
blast. There is, I have to say, a lot to
be said for connecting with and spending time with one’s peers. Facebook is all well and good but it’s
cyberspace, and nothing really makes up for “real” connections. Hugs for example, while well meant, just don’t
really translate that well through time and space.
Of course, in the usual feast or famine way, this weekend
saw not just one, but two of my oldest writing and critique pals in town. Author Jackie Marchant, and my long time
writing buddy (whom I’ve known for nearly eight years but have never met),
Claire Atherstone. Jackie is travelling with
her husband, Eddie, on a WWW (World Wide Wine) Tour of the southern hemisphere
and Claire was “home” from New Zealand to visit family.
Mini Who? Not Mini-Me! - with Claire Atherstone
The thing about connecting with other writers is you get to
remember that even though other people mostly look at you strangely, you’re not weird – you’re just a writer – because,
let’s face it, we’re not exactly like other people. We wander around listening to the voices in
our head – and occasionally talking out loud to them too. We forget to make dinner for our families, we
keep odd hours – often as determined by a capricious muse, we have an excessive
capacity for chocolate (and wine – note: Jackie is on a WINE tour!), we’re
ridiculously determined - we soak up rejection like sponges and just keep going. Most importantly, we talk the same kind of
language.
“Eddie is absolutely the worst passenger,” said Jackie,
launching into the time when…
“That is just not true!” objected Eddie as we sailed over the top of the mountain. “You’re embellishing!”
“That is just not true!” objected Eddie as we sailed over the top of the mountain. “You’re embellishing!”
Next to me, Lovely Husband burst out laughing. “I’m glad I’m not the only one subjected to
this!”
“It’s called telling a story!” exclaimed Jackie and I almost
simultaneously. “We’re writers,” we chorused, “what do you expect?!”
The windswept look - with Jackie Marchant
During a wonderful weekend filled with a lot of food and a
fair bit of wine, stories were told, shared, exchanged and compared. Afterwards
Lovely Husband said, in a wondering kind of voice, “You’re kindred
spirits. I listened to you talking to
Jackie and to Claire and I realised you’re passionate about what you do – it’s
what you have to do.”
And hard as it sometimes is, he’s absolutely right – we write
because we must, and we connect with other writers so we know we’re not alone
in this extraordinary pursuit of creating stories for children and young adults
– a pursuit which often makes people look at us as though we’re really not
quite “all there”, and which is often fraught with failure and rejection - but always lightened by the sheer joy of
creating stories.
Aside from all the fun of the past weekend, the one thing I’ve
come away with, after months of disempowering and soul-destroying slog with the
build, is the burning desire to get writing again.


11 comments:
Being with other writers is like coming home. Even though your own home is great, there's a particular understanding that comes from someone else who has had their nose to the keyboard for years. How lovely for you to have such a get together.
This was a joyous post to read and D is so write [sic] it is something you have to do. As you said it is only when you talk to other writers that you realise actually you are 'normal' despite what your family tells you. Writers unite!!!
It sounds like a perfect weekend
My goodness you don't seem to be wearing a lot of clothes! You'd think it was warmer there are something.
Glad to hear you've finally had facetime with some virtual friends!
I know the feeling - I live in a far distant outpost of Downunder and people think it is odd that I write "letters to the paper" - let alone anything else!
Yes and yes, Maureen and Vanessa - there is unquestionably a sense of "homecoming" being with other writers - I find this each time I go to the Winchester conference!
Candy, surprising isn't it, that it should be warm here and so cold there... ;-)
Ah Cat, a kindred spirit - yep, people think it's odd that I write letters to the paper, articles for the paper. They usually respond well to being told I write for children or young adults but then you realise they do start looking at you strangely after that... ;-)
Great post, and a great reminder of why we do what we do, despite all the frustrations. Thanks.
It's always good to connect with other writers. Sadly I haven't met anyone in person yet so have to be content with cyberspace. Sounds like a fun time was had.
Oh how I wish I'd been there to share your lovely weekend. It's true though, we need to have the mad conversations with other writers if only to remind ourselves that if we are mad, then we are not alone!
I'm a bit misty eyed now! A lovely post.
Suzanne, if I remember from your blog, you're in the UK - there are loads of "live" writers and critique groups just waiting for you to join them! And aside from being a brilliant way reminding you that you're not as mad as some would have you believe, you get to make great friends and develop your writing. Win-win all the way! :-)
Sue, as soon as everything is finished and the bed has been bought for the spare room - I'll be expecting you to visit! :-)
Wonderful post, Nicky, very uplifting!
And the title is just fantastic! :-) That's me in a few words...
xoxoxo
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