Posted by: Dennie | November 17, 2013

Word Weavers

(I’m not sure what happened. I thought I’d published this over the weekend, but didn’t have a chance to get to my blog or WP yesterday. It appears that the post never went through. It was from Saturday.)


This morning I attended a writer’s critique group that (which?—-something mentioned in one of the critiques and something of that/which I am always unsure) ….

I just lost my train of thought. Crap.

I’ll start over. I went to this writer’s group this morning.  I’d heard about it from an AA friend who saw the info posted in one of the local churches where AA meetings are held. Word Weavers, I love the imagery in the name, is  ” a group dedicated to providing a forum for Christian writers to critique each other’s work in a face-to-face format in order to learn about and improve our craft. Writers of all levels are welcome.”

When I first heard about the group, I was curious and excited but also a bit hesitant. I’d been semi-searching for a writer’s group that would fit into my schedule, and this once-a-month on Saturday mornings was perfect. But the “Christian” thing worried me a little. Anyone who’s read my stuff knows I have no problem with the idea of God or faith, but somehow the direct and blatant “Christian” thing sent me. I guess I was afraid something might be forced onto me that I didn’t want. Or that there might be a lot of God and savior type discussions. Or that I couldn’t say “shit.” Literally. My vocabulary can be described, politely, as “colorful,” and I worried I might slip.

But I need all the help I can get. And I have faith that my Higher Power will help me find that help. And I try to keep an open mind. And so, armed with those three things, I went to my first Word Weavers Christian Writing Critique Group this morning from nine to twelve.

And those three hours flew. I liked it very much.

But I felt I had an obligation to tell them, right off the bat, about my own beliefs, as well as my fears and concerns. They were all very understanding, and seemed to accept my opinion. They’re Christians, that’s what they do. I guess.  Maybe I can learn more than just sharpening my writing skills, who knows?

I do know that what I’ve already written here, I’ve re-read a few times, not unusual for me, but the difference is I was  reading it as though they were reading it, trying to figure out what they might say.  Like,  it’s not so great that I was starting a bunch of sentences with “and”, for instance, or, “or”, or “but”. But that’s how I speak. And, supposedly, one should write the way one speaks. Shouldn’t one?

No matter. If I do continue to attend, and join the group (there’s a nominal  membership fee), I think, from what I observed today, that I’ll get lots of help, learn new skills and hopefully, grow  as a writer. I felt motivated and positive when I left at noon.

I can’t ask for much more than that.

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