As I await a late flight at Sydney airport I have time to consider how writers, often assumed to be a solitary souls, benefit greatly from a willingness to engage in the rituals of the tribe of writers. I’ve spent a long weekend involved in the launch of a new collection from energetic indie publishers, Spineless Wonders.
Not naturally gregarious, I have nevertheless reveled in a rare few days dedicated entirely to writing. I have been reinvigorated by the chance to talk shop, to toss around ideas and experiences and to immerse in a community of writers.
Will my writing be better for it? Not necessarily, but it will be no worse, and there will doubtless be more of it as I distil the discussions and process the thoughts of a stimulating creative sojourn.
Not that I need to fly interstate for these critical battery recharges. They are one of the reasons I regularly workshop with other writers, attend writing events and foster relationships with writing colleagues. The solitary writer is an anachronism. Writing is about communication. It requires ‘others’ in order to not be meaningless. And among the most valuable others for writers are other writers.
May your words pour onto the page,