Perhaps because today is the first day of spring and I'm feeling fresh, joyful (and a bit scatterbrained), I shall now torture you with an unpretentious but flowery and sweet story.
If you've stumbled upon this blog and aren't just a friend reading to be kind, you may not know that I help direct a Chapter of the Missouri Writers' Guild. Our Chapter has grown considerably the last few years, and every year has been awesome.
Everyone that helps our group be awesome is a volunteer, including me. The different duties we handle for the group take a lot of our time and effort. For me, that some times means neglected house cleaning (which isn't always horrible, but I do get "the look" from the husband once in a while) or much worse, time away from my kids (well, okay, this is good occasionally also). But, to be completely honest, I get tired of it once in a while. I get frustrated. I fully admit to whining. I think, "I'm not doing this next year."
But then - something happens that makes it all worth it. A little reminder of WHY we do what we do for our group. In the middle of "writing group" tasks yesterday, my phone rang. It was a number I didn't recognize, so I let it go to voicemail. Do you do this? I suppose I'm screening my calls, but my phone number has been used for so many things, I never know who might be on the other end.
The person that phoned was very new to the writing world. As a newbie the caller wasn't sure what the first step should be; they'd managed to dial the phone, but now what? I had a lengthy conversation about our group, the whole time pretending to be someone who knew exactly what to say about the writing world. I ended the conversation knowing that by the tone of the caller's voice I'd made this person's day. I managed to inspire and give them the belief that all things are possible and that writing is in their future. I remember having that feeling myself. It is a down-right giddy feeling that gathers in your midsection and then bursts through all your parts. It makes you run home, find a quiet corner and write the rest of the day away.
And I did that. I made that happen for the shy caller. Me. That's why I do what I do for our writing group. That's what makes me smile when our members fill the room before a meeting. Some of us are more experienced, more published, more advanced than others, but some are just beginning the journey. We are all there to give each other that giddy feeling. It's a wonderful thing to be part of.
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p.s. I would never entertain the thought that I facilitate inspiration all by myself. I volunteer with a group of amazingly dedicated individuals and together, we make Saturday Writers world go round.