Dear SpookyMaster,
You are a Holy Terror when you get started, aren't you? Justifiably so, in this case, I may add. Maybe the following will mollify you a little.
After 3 years of extremely useful and enjoyable "writing practice" a la Anita Goldberg(Writing Down the Bones), I had finally overcome a lifelong block; but was still unable to do the slightest creative writing.
Seeking help on the Web a few short weeks ago, I was fortunate enough to stumble upon Writing.Com. Amazingly, I was invited to become a member FOR FREE! Naturally, I registered at once. Soon I discovered that I was now in a community of writers, some of them beginners like me (mostly generations younger), and others extremely accomplished, but ALL WRITERS. I"ve already had a career; I don't need to sell: I just want to write. I could not conceive of a more select readership, if only I could manage to produce something at last.
Reading around, I realized that I had nothing to fear from all these nice people, and I suddenly broke through with a story about something that had recently provoked my indignation. Immediately there were readers, some of whom were kind enough to leave R&R's.
I was emboldened to write a review or two myself ---a lot easier than creative writing, let me tell you---and received the most friendly responses. Within a week I had actually made friends with a first-rate writer who lives thousands of miles away in another country. All this without being asked for a penny!
I didn't need a larger portfolio; I had written only one item, after all. But I felt I had to say, "Thank you" somehow, and I didn't want to do that for free too. So I upped to Basic Membership for a very small fee. That didn't seem enough, so I bought 100,000 GP's for the cost of 5 bus tickets, and can now distribute largesse like Lady Bountiful.
The free-and-easy acceptance of this community of writers(Writers! Imagine! And I'm one of them!)---for whom I felt and feel enormous respect, and now affection---somehow encouraged me to try a poem. Within a few minutes a review arrived. I was so delighted that I replied at once, and got a most friendly and encouraging reply. So I let myself go again a day or two later, with similar results. I can't believe this place! After a couple of times, when the first review of a poem arrived, I expressed my gratitude to the reviewer---telling her of my trepidation---and she replied, "You done good, Bill." I'm ready to burst into tears.
I have still written only 5 things; but I've only been here for five minutes, for Heaven's sake! And I'm WR-I-I-I-TING!!!!(Pause to remove moisture from eyes.}
Very Dear and Much Respected SpookyMaster, please pay no attention to those who do not appeciate you. I do! We do! I implore you not to abandon us now!!!
I enclose 50,000 GP's as a peace offering.
Please don't be mad any more.
Your humble and most grateful disciple,
Bill
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