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Hope Writers: Join Me!

This week Hope Writers is opening their doors for new members. If you’re interested, just click here for more information.

Straight talk here, guys. At first, I really hesitated and even after I joined, I wasn’t sure for a while whether or not I had made the right decision. Sometimes, it can be a little corny. But then, corny can also be fun.

Why I joined: I need community in my writing work and dreams. That is really hard for me to find here. I needed accountability in specific areas Hope Writers hits on. They focus more on the marketing and publishing and community building than on the craft of writing. Not that I don’t need to learn craft! I totally do, but at this point in my writing work, I need to focus on those other areas, the more “businessy” side of a writer’s work.

In those two areas: community and accountability for growth in my weaknesses, Hope Writers has totally come through.

It doesn’t meet all my writing needs and it doens’t hit all my interest buttons, but it has been the right thing for me, for now.

I’ve gotten on podcasts, which means I’ve been able to meet incredible women. I’ve joined a few small groups where we encourage each other and hold each other accountable. And just having put down the money means that I’m taking all of it, including my own work, more seriously.

It isn’t for every writer and it isn’t for all times, but for me, for this year of a lot of other stressors, I decided to jump in and join a community of writers. I’m glad I did (even when it does get corny. Or cheesy. Why do we use food for that feeling?)

Anyway, if you’re interested and would like to join me over there, here’s a link for more information:

Join Me at Hope Writers!

Let me know if you join, so we can find each other in the Facebook group.

Writing: Rejection and Community

For writers, in between the Facebook likes and the retweets and the comments, there are piles and piles of rejections. In my case, these rejections are immortalized on an Excel worksheet. Titles, places submitted to, the date submitted, the expected waiting period. Then the NO. NO again. Another NO. Oh look! NO. Every once in a while a YES appears and usually it looks more like this: YES!!!!! Sometimes there is a maybe, generally followed by a NO.

But even worse than the rejections, there are the harsh comments, which I don’t intentionally immortalize but sometimes stuck in my brain on endless repeat. The cruel, anonymous jabs that I try not to read but sometimes can’t avoid.

And even worse than that, there are the words we wish we could take back. Or rethink. Or clarify. Or just erase. Maybe they went out into the world before they were really ready. Maybe they went out before we were really ready. Maybe we’ve changed a lot, grown a bit, thought some new things, learned some new facts, seen a fresh perspective. Too late now and thanks to the internet, most things can be found much, much later, or can be found forever. There’s no erasing the trail of our ignorance. Maybe that’s okay, it shows growth. But it still stings.

Writers know full well that we are not necessary. There will always be another writer coming along, saying it better. We know that not everything we do is ‘acceptance’ worthy, very little of it, in fact. We know we probably earn at least some of those harsh comments, we can’t please everyone and sometimes we don’t even try and then, well, here they come. And when we do try, we sound wishy-washy so again, here they come. We know we are far from perfect, have not even come close to thinking things out thoroughly or wisely. It is all an opportunity to grow in humility.

And courage. And persistance. And teachability.

And community.

And so I just want to say thank you. Writing is officially an isolated activity. I can’t write a single letter if someone is looking over my shoulder. But writing is absolutely not an isolated activity. Its about communicating and conversation and community.

isolated writer

Last June I was seriously contemplating closing the blog. I was in Kenya, taking a walk. A woman I have never met before nor seen since approached me and said, “Thank you so much for your blog, it has really blessed me.” She didn’t know it, but after we parted ways, I cried. Thank you for being part of my community, anonymous lady.

This past month was a sad and a good month. And almost every day Lennox sent me a tweet with a photo or a sentence expressing his and his family’s delightful experiences touring Djibouti. He was so generous in his affection for this country and in his kind words to me. I felt honored and like I was part of a community that came about through writing. Thank you, Lennox.

Email messages and cultural insights from Djiboutians help deepen essays, echo the warm welcome we receive here as foreigners, and remind me of my local, physically-present community. Waad mahadsantihiin.

I have been blogging now for eight years this January. Life has changed a lot, my words have changed. I think they’ve gotten a teensy bit better. Thanks to my sister who knew better than me and said, “You should start a blog.”

To which I responded, “What’s a blog?”

To which she responded, “I set one up in your name as your Christmas gift.”

And voila, we were off and running, building a community.

I often go to bed with a pit in my stomach, thinking of something I should have said or written differently, remembering a way I could have loved someone better that day. Or I think of a piece I had really hoped would be accepted but I had to write a NO on my excel sheet. Or I dream of all the questions I have for the people I would like to interview here, who have so much to teach me. I’m learning to release it all, to trust that somehow my failures can be redeemed, that sometime or another the questions might be answered, the conversation might build into a relationship.

Being part of a writing and reading and living community facilitates that ability to release it, rejections and all.