I am participating in a writing
contest that wants to know "How writing has positively influenced my life,"
by Positive Writer. Wow! For
me, the biggest influence writing has had on my life is certainly not the
money, it is the community of fellow writers.
For twenty years after I moved to San Diego I had church
friends and one very close friend. Then I joined a read and critique group and
my life changed forever. The friends I made in
that group are as close to me as my own family. I also joined the
San Diego Writers/Editors Guild and met even more writers, all of us with the
commonality of trying to fit a noun against a verb and write something of
interest, one word at a time.Getting to know my fellow writers has provided a veritable feast of life lessons.
Compassion. Through our writings we got to
know one another better. Hearing one person’s memoir or another’s poem, we
often found ourselves in tears over what we heard because the writer dared to bare
her soul and leave herself vulnerable. Through the written word we came to know
that person on a much deeper level than could ever have happened in a casual
friendship
Confidence. We learned to trust one another, knowing we
would get good feedback on what we’d written and that no one responded out of
malice, but rather with the intent to help each of us better our craft. We
learned to give and to accept honest criticism.
Joyfulness. When members read chapters of their novels in
progress each month, the rest of us made sure to come back to hear what
happened next. It may have been Ms. X’s novel, but we all felt we had ownership
of a little piece of it. When the novel was finished, we were all midwives at
its birth, rejoicing and celebrating its arrival.
Self-Assurance. At my first read and critique meeting, I
listened to what others read and wondered why on earth I thought I could be a
writer. Then, tentatively I read, through tears, the piece I had brought. When
I finished, I expected to be told “That’s nice, now sit down and shut up and
let the real authors read.” Or something to that effect. Instead, after writing
alone at home and not knowing if I should bother to continue, I was hearing
people say “That’s really good” or “What you wrote moved me.” That did more for
my self-doubts and lack of self-esteem than all the chocolate in the world
could ever do. By continuing to grow through the group, I learned to reach out
to others who battled their own demons of self-doubt.
Courage. Over the years, I have tried my hand at new
skills related to writing such as self-publishing, uploading my book to Kindle,
publishing on Smashwords, and writing an effective query letter, Best of all, I learned not to feel the world was
ending when I received a rejection letter. I know I’m in good company with my pile
of rejection slips when I consider that the first Chicken Soup for the Soul Book was rejected 144 times. I’ve still
got a long way to go to top that.
I am now on the opposite coast from San Diego but the
friendships I made there continue as strong as ever. We may not be able to hug
in person, but we can use today’s technology to get feedback on our stories,
keep in touch, commiserate, and rejoice with one another. Through writing, I
have made other friends across the country that are very dear to me, yet we’ve
never met in person. Our passion for writing has brought us together and formed
a strong unbroken bond. I couldn't ask for a more positive influence on my life.
