Writing can be a very lonely profession. We live in our heads, talk to ourselves, and eavesdrop on conversations without being a part of them. So, when my friend, critique partner, and writer extraordinaire, Lydia Laceby, created a women's fiction meetup, I was in.
Once a month, Lydia, Heather Wardell, Laura Kat, Marissa Stapley (when she's not at the cottage) Romi Moondi (when she's not in Paris), and I meet for dinner and Bellinis, and it is really my favorite Tuesday. We laugh until people stare at us, trade plot point ideas, flesh out characters, gossip, of course, and leave so energized and inspired that we should really do this as a breakfast meeting so we can all go home and write.
I need those critiques and the light that comes from talking about my WIPs, and I need to hear that other writers feel the same excitement, self-doubt, angst, and passion that I do. It's also amazing how differently we all create, and we learn from each other.
I have been so lucky to meet incredible writers online, like my Beach Babes crew (Francine LaSala, Meredith Schorr, Eileen Goudge, Jen Tucker, and Julie Valerie)
...and the authors and bloggers I chat with all day long. But getting to see these women in person, every month, and talk their ears off about what I'm working on (since I can no longer bore my loved ones because they will go running in the other direction) is simply incredible.
The Bellinis are pretty damn good, too.