I belong to a stellar group of amazing lady writers who serve a variety of purposes. One of the most important is to keep cracking the whip (which ironically sounds like a $5 bill when I fail to meet my goals…) while goading me toward my own (self-set) three-week goals.
The Serious Writers has been a crucial element to improving my writing and keeping me going. We (5/6 of us, depending on month) meet at local coffeehouses every three weeks and vent, commiserate, share successes, drink coffee, eat chocolate, share bookcovers and reviews and do what all good writers do…set goals. If you don’t make your goals by the next meeting, you’re forced to cough up five bucks for the kitty. So far we’ve had some darn good lunches courtesy of the kitty. And since I had to pay yesterday, my goals this three weeks are much more reasonable:
–10 pages completed in the rough draft of my novella-in-progress
–a typed but possibly still rough draft version of the article on first lines (see earlier post on that bit of genius)
–to keep my sanity as I organize and send out the copies of manuscripts to be judged for my local RWA chapter (Central Ohio Fiction Writers) (what WAS I thinking when I agreed to be contest coordinator?)
Since Thursday (goal-day) I haven’t even thought about the goals. Maybe tonight.
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