Tuesday, February 20, 2007
SPC #3: Paper girlTonight I am going to a local writers' meeting in a ramshackle old building edged by stark trees. We meet after new moon each month, when a crescent can be seen framed by the branches. Each of us brings a new piece of work to discuss and share with one another. Most members share poetry, lines that need re-working, asking for critique or--if desired, simply asking us to hear it without comments. I started off sharing poems, but the past few sessions have pushed past my fears and read sections aloud of my first novel manuscript. Strange to me to step beyond the edge of the paper and into the body. To give my words a physical voice behind them and hear how they sound is teaching me the cadence of language. I'm no longer just a paper girl...and now another group has asked me to come do a reading in late-March. The idea of moving out of the supportive nest of the regular group into a reading is nothing short of terrifying, but I'm making my way in that direction. I have the option of sharing poetry or prose and I will be spending the next few weeks puzzling over that one...summoning my courage not to back down.