I've spent the last few days trying to gain admission to an established all-female writing group. I wrote a polite e-mail and was asked to provide more information about myself. This is fine. I believe in weeding out the marginals. The last writers group I was in was populated with a BATSHIT CRAZY lady who wanted to turn it into therapy. She was so obsessed with getting her memoir published as a means of revenge that she had green goo oozing off her fangs. She found out I had worked at a Major New York Publisher for awhile, and though I explained to her that my position there was about a half-step up from janitor, she still thought she was in the presence of Wallace Shawn and proceeded to use all available time to ask me repeatedly "will this sell?" The writing wasn't bad, but she was a little too obsessed with her own project to be much use to others. If you need a psychic, talk to my mom.
I wrote a kicky little paragraph, name-dropping two writers (Marrit, if you're reading this, I name-dropped you) and mentioned GGG explaining my reasons for wanting to join. I feel like this is sorority rush. I don't know if I will like this group or if they will like me. That is okay. I still believe in the power of numbers. I believe in las mujeres, les femmes, les ecrivaines, etc. I believe.
And with that, I am going to venture off into the day with my sore butt and my gimpy gait.
Posted by Zerd at June 20, 2007 12:35 PM