My First WriteClubRVA.com Meeting

It’s already 10.15pm and my eye is twitching.  It does that when I’m either nervous or tired.  In this case I was a little of both, but thankfully my twitch went away when I was actually speaking. 

According to @trevordickerson, 17 people showed up tonight, and I was personally very thrilled that so many people had no life couldn’t wait to get out on a Monday night and talk about writing.  At the next meeting, in two weeks, we’re actually going to DO some writing. 

The website is live, but still in its infancy.  Considering the software and hosting is being donated by Matt Walters, design and layout is being done on an “when I have time to do it” by Jason Kenney and Trevor Dickerson, and I’m populating most of the content while having no idea what I’m doing on Wordpress, it might be a few weeks before it all comes together.  PS.  If you are considering setting up a WordPress blog or using it as a CMS and need a developer, you should totally give Matt your business because he’s super nice to groups with no money like us, and because he really knows his stuff.  PPS.  If you are a writer in Richmond and missed tonight’s meeting, you should never do that again. 

If you are on Twitter, you can now officially follow @WriteClubRVA. The hashtag is still being used if you prefer to search that way (#writeclubrva). 

I posted about tonight here as well. 

For once, I’m not being at all sarcastic when I say how moved and excited I was with both the turnout and the quality of writers.  As we shouted across the table at the very loud Capital Ale House, I realized how much of a diverse background we brought to each other.  Many of us are participating in NaNoWriMo, and planning to use each other to help us with our weak spots.  My weak spots are many, so I’m looking forward to having my writing ripped to shreds by knowledgeable people. 

Selfishly, it was entirely gratifying to see something I’ve only dreamed about actually happen.  Especially at this point in my life, when it’s so easy to get caught up in the negative.  Yes, I realize that is a fragmented sentence, but I think it works in this context.  It felt so good to focus on something positive, something I’m passionate about - something that helps me turn the pain and the terror and sadness inside me into something worthwhile.  At least, that’s the goal.