The only reason any of us decide to write is to get into swanky literary parties, right? Well, this week I attended my first swanky* literary** party***, organised by Miranda Miller, a member of the Society of Authors.
Around ten writers turned up, all at different stages in their career. It’s always fascinating to swap stories (in more ways than one) with other writers, exchange experiences and offer titbits of advice that we have bumbled across upon our own journeys. By the end of the night I’d chatted with Miranda, Stevan Alcock, Simon Cann and others, and decided that building a support network would be mutually beneficial to all involved.
Alongside the wonderful friends I’ve made over at SFF Chronicles, last night reminded me that writing really need not be a lonely and isolating existence, and in fact, as writers we need to get out there to press the flesh and just be part of the community in a meaningful way. Man O’War wouldn’t be in its current state, and hence probably wouldn’t have been bought by a publisher, if I hadn’t gone out and met people face to face, because the things you find out… well, let’s just say people can always surprise you.
Writing is tough, but support is there. I’d say it’s almost imperative that we use it.
So what are waiting for? Get out there!
*If by swanky, you mean a pub near Holborn
**If by literary, you mean a bunch of other writers doing their best to make it
***If by party, you mean three pints of bitter followed by a burrito at Liverpool Street station in the freezing cold.