I met with my writing group this past Sunday and it was wonderful. I’m always excited to connect with the members of the group because we get so much done. We share our writings, discuss the work, give feedback, and encourage each other.
I’ve been in other groups before, but none have ever felt as authentic and purposeful as this one. None have ever felt as Black, women centered, or queer. I’m not the only black person; I’m not the only lesbian. I don’t have to be one or the other or prioritize my identities. For that alone I feel like pumping my fist in the air and giving a “whoop, whoop” every month. And, it’s strange to say, this group feels writing focused. I mean that’s the point, right? But I’ve been (briefly) apart of some writing groups that were more about dating than about writing and it was so disappointing.
Everyone in this group is smart, talented, and capable. We all want each other to succeed. Do you know how good that feels? Knowing that your sisters want the absolute best for you? That they want you to grow and improve so you can put out your best work? Maaan, that is some deep, deep love that keeps me inspired.
Essentially these writers save me from myself when I feel like my writing isn’t good enough. They encourage me, hold me accountable, and give me the perspective I need to see my work more clearly. I’m so thankful for all of the support.
Basically my writing group is everything. I love these black women writers!