If you’re a write, do you feel the need for a safe place to vent, recuperate, seek advice? Are you part of the Insecure Writers’ Support Group? What has been your best experience about this group and why would you recommend it?
Sometimes I wonder whether I blog too much for my own good, but at others, I realize it is my support system as well, a place online I can escape to and meet people when my fiction is driving me up the wall. Which, let’s face it, is most days! I have cut back on blogging this month, one post a week per blog in order to fit everything else in, but I shan’t give up on blogging entirely. Have you ever felt this way– that your blog is running away with you and there’s no time to write?
Has Your Blog ever eaten into your Writing?
I’m lucky I have all the time in the world this week to recover from the last two, and I’m just going to make the best of it. Right? Yes, right, no whining, because whining never does anyone any good.
I think blogging brings out the best in writers– we become a sympathetic, helpful community ( which sometimes doesn’t happen in real life.) IWSG has become a safe place for blogger-writers on the web, and I personally have learned a lot from some of the posts I’ve read, be it writing advice or publishing tips.
Can’t believe IWSG is 2 years old today! Kudos to Alex and the bloggers who have hosted the group each month– it isn’t easy.
I hope to be more regular from now on, schedule my IWSG drafts so I don’t miss out.
Thanks to Alex J. Cavanaugh for organizing and hosting this event every month. Go to his blog to see the other participants. How’ve all the other writers in the group been doing lately? Do you feel Insecure or Inspiring?
I’ve spent most of the last month of 2012 being angry. It is the January of a new year and I’m angry still. It simmers right beneath the surface, ready to lash out at an unsuspecting victim. I keep it in check, but it seems like it’s waiting in ambush.
In case you’re wondering what this is all about, you might have heard of the gang rape in Delhi (yes, it unfortunately has its own wiki entry), where a woman was sodomized in a moving bus by 6 men, so much so that her intestines fell out and she succumbed to her injuries after a battle lasting almost two weeks.
I’m in this calm place where I can write without hope and without despair (The phrase is borrowed from writer friend Zafar Anjum, my sentiments echo his). I’m okay to just write and become better, let consequences take care of themselves. No expectations, no shortcuts, no anguish.