If a group of geese are a ‘gaggle’ and a bunch of crows are a ‘murder’, than what would you call a bunch of writers hanging out? A ‘waggle of worders’… or a maybe a ‘scrabble’?
Whatever the official term, that’s what I experienced this morning when I attended a reading by the often hilarious and sometimes spooky Hakeber Haber. Afterwards we all sat around chatting, and while the subjects ranged from boobs to veteran hippies, they always had a literary undertone. Seriously, they did.
I can’t remember when I’ve had more fun with a bunch of fellow scribblers. I’m not a stranger to ‘writer’s associations’ but never have I met such a relaxed and happy group. Something about sitting in the comfort of my own home and having a good laugh over a cup of my own (better than Starbucks) coffee in my bathrobe made the whole experience deliciously indulgent.
If you are a writer of any kind, you need to get yourself on Second Life and over to Book Island*. I have met so many great people from all areas of writing and all levels of experience. It doesn’t cost money, and you don’t even have to brush your hair (I didn’t ;p) You will not regret all the opportunities and inspiration that will cascade over you like rain on the desert; utterly surprising, riveting and capable of surrounding you with vibrant life.
I can see that the biggest problem I will have with Book Island is breaking away from the fun to get some work finished… and speaking of… I must continue with my self-imposed servitude. Ta ’til tomorrow! xox
* If you come in, send a message to Dandilyon Jinx and I will grab you and outfit you with everything you need from hair, skin and clothes to where to ‘park’ yourself.