When I first began writing it was because I wanted to tell a story. I was encouraged by my wife to type away and see what happened. Nothing much did. Ramblings, really bad story telling coupled with even worse grammar.
Fast forward to the next summer and I was working on the first of many drafts. Then, in the Fall the best thing that could happen to a writer happened to me. I became part of a writers group.
We met one evening at my apartment and discussed what we were working on and what the group might look like. Shortly afterward we were doing writing contests, meeting in a pub and discussing our work over meals and darts. We christened ourselves The Weaklings, a nod to the famed Inkilings writers group.
During this time we joked (and I dreamed) of a snow covered log cabin in some remote wood where we could finish our projects. I thought that was what a novelist should be: A solitary figure who unleashes beautiful stories upon the world.
I realize now that I was a fool to think that. A fool to think time is what a writer needs. As a novelist, time is required but there is so much more to the equation. The first thing a writer needs is people. I believe I would be nowhere without my writers group. Without their support, encouragement, gentle critique and open ear.
Now I write with the intention of sharing a story. I write not just for myself, I write for them. My faithful writing companions.
At Jot our hope is that you find a place where you call yourself a writer, share your work, and gain encouragement to boldly step to the page. You can do this by the simple act of getting together with other writers.