I realized after talking to a few of my writer friends this week that I really don't belong to anything. Of course, my friends are really cool, and they assure me that writers, by nature, tend to be reclusive, outsiders.
But I don't know if that's true. Whenever I take part in events where there are lots of writers, I always see great gobbed-up clusters of them that all apparently belong to things -- groups, organizations, movements, clubs, and so on.
But not me. I'm usually the guy with the penned-in name badge ("Oh! We're sorry, Mr. Smith! We seem to have not issued a credential for you! Here, let me write your name in crayon on a lanyard from last year's conference!"), getting patted down at a row of urinals by a keen-eyed security guard who followed me into the restroom after zeroing in on the suspicious crayoned-in credential.
And yes, that has happened to me.
Part of it has to do with the fact that I live so far away from anything. It is true that it's 20 miles to the nearest traffic light from my home.
So I do belong to this group of writers in Los Angeles (which is NOT where I live) called LAYAs (Los Angeles YA Authors), but none of them knows who I am or even what I look like.
This is because there are no Starbucks where I live. So I can't sit down with crossed legs and use their free WiFi plus my laptop to write. And I can't meet my writer friends over a soy latte (I had my first one two days ago and I have to admit that in Hell, I anticipate being very thirsty and being given a choice, from Satan, between soy lattes, Clorox, or piss to drink) and discuss character development and story arcs (which are, like, the only two "writer terms" I can think of since I do not belong to anything that uses such terminology).
So I'll tell you what I look like, in case you ever wonder who's the guy with the crayon-scrawled name badge getting tased on the bathroom floor. I look exactly like Gertrude Stein, except I have a bit of a beard. Well, if Gertrude Stein had a beard, I'd be a dead ringer for her.
4 comments:
You belong in the same category as me...
I don't get the whole writer's group thing. I can't imagine discussing my work with someone, I'll figure it out on my own. And god forbid I have to help someone else. Don't get me wrong, I love sitting down and having a chat with writers and talking shop...just not while trying to work. It's also why I don't get these books written by two authors. How's that possible?
Is it a choice you consciously made, or something that just happened? Or is it because so many writers are middle-aged women?
Do you ever wish you weren't so isolated? Or are you grateful and proud of it?
What Brian said.
I think the only writers' groups I've ever gotten anything from have memberships limited to 2 or 3, don't charge $500 for their sessions, meet late at night, and run up serious bar tabs.
Well, I think some of us are "belongers" and some just aren't so much...and that's okay. But I love your writing! This post cracked me up (though I have to take issue with your stance on my favorite beverage. I'm pretty sure HEAVEN is filled with soy lattes).
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