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For the most part, writing is a solitary endeavor.  It requires us to lock ourselves away from the real world and journey into our imagination. There, we connect with the characters and places that are always bouncing around inside of our heads.  Because of this, writers need relationships with others who enjoy the same pursuits. For some, connecting online is enough.  Others prefer more personal interactions.

As much as our families/friends try to support us, they don’t always understand our struggles.  They don’t get the elation we feel when a scene comes together or grasp the frustration of trying to build an audience.

Other writers do – that’s the beauty of a writers group.

What are you looking for in a writers group?

There are many online groups.  These may appeal to someone whose work schedule makes it difficult to meet up in person.  They are also great for people who prefer communicating via e-mails, Facebook pages, etc.  Another benefit of online writers groups is the ability to connect/network with people from around the world.

Critique groups offer valuable feedback, allowing us to consider assessments/criticisms of our work. These groups are made up of writers with varying degrees of experience.

My writers group is small.  I would describe it as a support group.  We try to meet once a month though sometimes our schedules don’t mesh.  Typically, we will meet at a member’s home or a local restaurant. We may share things we’ve learned, discuss marketing ideas, or ask for advice on current projects. We share our victories as well as our defeats.

Looking for a local group?

Check with your library, coffee shops and bookstores.

 

 

 

I’m thrilled to be participating with the virtual book tour for TRUST by Tim Mettey.

EXCERPT:

It had been nearly three months since I was told that I was part of an ancient group called the Thusians, the secret guardians of mankind destined to sacrifice our lives at any given time. I would have thought that after finding this out everything would have become really complicated for me, but it hadn’t. It was nice and quiet.

Everything I went through to get to this point was worth it, because now I had Elle. I still couldn’t believe how such a wonderful, amazing girl ended up with me. We were inseparable during the summer. Unfortunately now I was keeping more secrets from her. It was for her protection, but I still hated it.

Elle and I were lying in my front yard under the shade of the towering oak trees, enjoying each other’s company like we had done most of the summer.

“Nicholas, what’s wrong?” Elle asked for the hundredth time.

“Sorry, I’m just preoccupied today.”

“It’s okay. I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t me.”

How could it be her? She was nothing but wonderful, my reason for living.

“Elle, it’s not you. You know that. I’m just thinking about the last interview I did. It wasn’t very good.”

Last year when I confronted the mob of reporters at the school’s entrance, I told them if they would leave me alone I would do interviews. To my dismay, Cora, my aunt and guardian, made sure I did every interview they requested. It had now become the thing I dreaded most. I had to relive the worst day of my life, the 10-10 Earthquake, like it was some recurring nightmare from which I couldn’t wake up.

“Sorry, Nicholas, I know how much you hate doing interviews, but at least that was your last one until next summer.”

In addition to me only doing interviews in the summer, Cora had told the media that I would only answer questions over the phone. She also required that they never say where I live or where I go to school, even though they were camped outside of my school last year telling the world all of that information. Cora thought, better safe than sorry.

Cora had even talked to Ester Theasing, the head of the Thusian Council and a friend of ours, about doing the interviews to make sure it was safe for me because of Xavier and the Seekers who were trying to eliminate me and any other Thusians. Ester didn’t have a problem with it.

Chase Letterby started visiting us more midway through the summer. After the attack last year he left as soon as his doctor talents were no longer needed. No one had heard from him for a while. Even his regular TV appearances had stopped. But as more time passed during the summer, he started to frequent our house again. Cora didn’t seem to mind his company, despite his countless attempts to get her to go out with him. He was fixed on the one woman he couldn’t have, Cora.

Elle and I continued to lie beneath the trees. She went back to reading her book while rubbing my head. Her hand moved slowly through my hair, making me forget all of my worries. With every pass, a wave of relief went through me. I had positioned myself on her lap facing our driveway, so I could watch my new obsession. A large house was being built next door. It was hard to believe that the lot had been completely wooded just a month ago, and now the house looked close to being completed. Cora was not happy about the new house and the new neighbors that came with it. She still wanted our privacy, and the trees surrounding us had given us ample protection, but now they were gone. She even tried to buy the lot, but it had been sold exactly a week after we moved in last year.

The workers swarmed over the site like ants working hard on their hill. It was amazing to see such a large home being built so quickly. For some strange reason it was fascinating to me. I had no interest in design or architecture, but it still captivated my attention.

Cora and I had been in five different houses in six years, but never a brand new house—one freshly built just for us. Our new neighbors were about to get the fresh start I had wanted after the earthquake, but never got. Maybe that was the reason for my obsession.