Thoughts Of A Writer Pt 4

Reads: 118  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 2

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Curiosity of a writer

Submitted: September 27, 2016

A A A | A A A

Submitted: September 27, 2016

A A A

A A A


I turn on the MacBook

Instead of a blank screen, I find something a little more shocking.

An invite to a Creative Writing group.

This piques my interest. I have never been in a group specifically for writers. 

I wonder what this is like. Why do writers get together? Isn't a bad idea? 

People steal ideas from one another. Writers are normally a solitary sort. We work alone, striving for the perfect ideas and for our take of what the truth may or might not be. 

I mean I suppose people do work together.

Preston and Child do work well together. They seem to make it work.

Maybe I can try it.

So I find where this is going to take place. A coffee shop right across from the high school. A red flag is thrown. There is a penalty on the play. 

Suspicious activites of writing groups. 25 yard penalty. Repeat of previous activity.

You know what? The hell with it, I'll pack a notebook and pencil and go for it.

I gather all my supplies and load them in the car. I drive across town and find the coffee shop. 

I walk in and see a sight that would normally freak me out. A gaggle of writers at tables, working on the next big screenplay or awful fan fiction. I shake my head and see a backroom. 

I assume that is where this writing group, so I head back and find the group. 

It's a group of college kids with laptops and notebooks scattered all over the tables. 

I wonder if this is the writing group or they are planning to locate a lost shipwreck in the Atlantic Ocean. 

I look at the Ben Affleck look a like and address him:

"Excuse me, is this the Writing Group?" I ask.

"Yeah, are you him?" Affleck asked.

"I am me," I said. "Who are you?"

"I'm Trent," He said. "We are meeting to work on a collective story."

"OK, what is the topic?" I ask.

"First we talk about other works people are doing," Trent said.

The group, which consisted of 6 people. 3 boys and 3 girls. Each one talked about their topics. The topics were split in half, either Vampire Romances or Spy Thrillers. I shake my head. 

"This can't be happening."

"What is your work?" Trent asked me.

"It's a western." I said.

The group all gave me a collective sigh. I tried to keep it together. I was considerabley older than them, I wanted to give them a chance. 

"We are working on a great piece. It is a mis mash of two popular topics going on right now." Trent said.

"I'm intrigued," I said.

"It's a blend of Percy Jackson with a bit of Twilight and Lord of The Rings." Trent said.

"Oh," I said. "How does that work for a story?"

What happened next is something I never forgot. 40 minutes of the most incomprehensible plot details I had ever heard. I actually tried to take notes while Trent was describing something that was equal to a LSD trip.

When Trent was done talking, I was honestly shocked. I guess the way writers think today are a little different from when I started learning the craft. I always wanted to strive for a Hemingway or a McMurty type story. Real life grounded in honesty with a little bit of humor and eccentric characters. Now it seems as though escapism has taken the place of the likes of Hemingway and Steinbeck. I am OK with escapism. But it can only go so far before it gets ridiculous. 

"Sorry guys, this isn't for me." I said.

I got up from the table. I got a look from all the group that said "Your missing out." I walked into the main area. Looking at all the writers gave me a feeling of nausea. Coffee wasn't gonna cure this. 

I figure it's best if you are a working writer, stay home.

(To be continued......from the comforts of home)


© Copyright 2017 Robert Logan. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

More Literary Fiction Short Stories

Booksie 2017-2018 Short Story Contest

Booksie Popular Content

Other Content by Robert Logan

The Book of Brennan

Short Story / Literary Fiction

Is It Raining At Your House

Short Story / Literary Fiction

Heard It In Study Hall

Short Story / Literary Fiction

Popular Tags