Laptops and notebooks spread across the dining room table as each writer claims a space for herself. An eclectic mix of mugs scattered throughout add comfort. Laughter abounds. Stories spill over from both voice and keyboard. Sometimes the staccato music of tapping keyboards and scratching pens is heard. Sometimes it is the harmony of story-tellers telling their stories. The setting is Monday night's Writer's Jam.
Sitting among this group I am still getting to know, I feel welcome. I feel accepted. I feel comfortable. These are not feelings I have often while in a gathering that includes people I don't know well, especially not in a group so newly formed. Only three weeks old and attendance has been slightly different each week since we all come as life permits. But the level of comfort remains the same whether they are already friends of mine or someone I've only met that night.
The common theme that draws us all together is our love of words. Our desire to express ourselves through written words bonds us. Most of us blog, but journalling, story-telling and poetry are all part of the words we spill out. We come as we are, bringing what we're working on, and plan to write. Sharing is optional. Laughter is essential.
We've been brought together by Alanna Rusnak, author of the lovely blog SelfBinding Retrospect and aspiring novelist, when she put out the call looking for fellow writer's to join her in this blog post. She offers us a space to write without distractions from our regular life. She's pulled together people that share a similar passion.
It has already become a place where sharing that I write, tasting the idea of calling myself a writer, and offering understanding to fellow writers is all part of the evening. It is safe. Knowing that the others sitting near, laughing and working alongside me, each understand that sharing my words is something I hesitate to do even as I desire it. Sharing my words might expose my very most vulnerable parts to reveal deep hurts. hopes and passions. The comfort of knowing the others around me may have similar trepidation about sharing their writing gives me a boldness I didn't expect.
I'm beginning to see that what I write matters simply because I wrote it. It's not necessarily all about relevant content or how a reader perceives it, but more about the act of practicing a craft. I almost feel ready to own the title of 'writer'.
Click here to see the rest of my Write 31 Days series: Simple Gems
The common theme that draws us all together is our love of words. Our desire to express ourselves through written words bonds us. Most of us blog, but journalling, story-telling and poetry are all part of the words we spill out. We come as we are, bringing what we're working on, and plan to write. Sharing is optional. Laughter is essential.
We've been brought together by Alanna Rusnak, author of the lovely blog SelfBinding Retrospect and aspiring novelist, when she put out the call looking for fellow writer's to join her in this blog post. She offers us a space to write without distractions from our regular life. She's pulled together people that share a similar passion.
It has already become a place where sharing that I write, tasting the idea of calling myself a writer, and offering understanding to fellow writers is all part of the evening. It is safe. Knowing that the others sitting near, laughing and working alongside me, each understand that sharing my words is something I hesitate to do even as I desire it. Sharing my words might expose my very most vulnerable parts to reveal deep hurts. hopes and passions. The comfort of knowing the others around me may have similar trepidation about sharing their writing gives me a boldness I didn't expect.
I'm beginning to see that what I write matters simply because I wrote it. It's not necessarily all about relevant content or how a reader perceives it, but more about the act of practicing a craft. I almost feel ready to own the title of 'writer'.
Click here to see the rest of my Write 31 Days series: Simple Gems
