I can see the value in belonging to a writer’s group. Unfortunately, we don’t have such a group in our little town of a thousand people. I suppose I could start one but I’m not really at that place in my life to do so. I am, however, very blessed to live with another writer.
My 18 year old daughter is a true born, through-and-through writer. She has been journaling and writing stories since she was five. Throughout the day she spends time in her head with the characters of her various stories; and to relax she spends time on her bed with large story boards propped up around her. The other night she came home from a five hour bus ride excited to write because she had been developing her story in her mind all that time. I wish I was that kind of writer but I am not. I joke and tell her that I want to be just like her when I grow up! J
I tend to write about reality: a memoir, devotions, short magazine articles, and blog about life with my teens. However, we are both writers and God calls us to exercise our gift in different ways. When life is going relatively smoothly for me I write a lot; for all to see. When life throws some curve balls, I become a solitary writer for God’s eyes only. Sometimes I think I am writing to build my testimony. One day, I might share it to help other’s that are walking in the same place. But for now, I just write my feelings, my experiences, my joy and my prayers.
It’s handy living with another writer. She proof-reads all my writing and critiques it honestly. She encourages me and inspires me. Next September I lose my built in editor as she ventures off to university… Maybe then, it will be time to start a writer’s group in this little town.