I is for Incognito


So, posting about this isn’t very Incognito of me… but ah well.

I’m a member of a writing group. It is a writing group made up of LDS writers. Not necessarily writers who write LDS stuff, but writers who happen to be LDS. (Like me…)

I don’t talk a lot about my faith here, mainly because I have other places to talk about it, but also because—well, other than keeping my books pretty language-free and otherwise clean, so far I can’t say that my religion has affected my writing much. I consider myself pretty mainstream, and am aiming towards the mainstream market.

I went to my first writer’s conference last year, though, and it happened to be the LDS Storymaker’s Conference, because I was in the right place at the right time, and through that I joined Authors Incognito. Really, AI is a support group. A big network of writers, some published but many not, who are all on a Yahoo listserv.

I spent a lot of time on the edges of the group because there are so many emails that come through that they can be a little overwhelming, but eventually I dove in, and while I’m still not super active in the group (I’m a bad blog-reader, and mostly a lurker as yet) I’ve met some fantastic people in it, and what’s more, I always feel like I’m connected to writing, and I think that has actually helped me a lot, creatively.

It’s something that’s true about other things, too. If I socialize with crafting people, I craft more. If I socialize with writing people, I write more.

Really, it’s as simple as that. If you’re trying to write, connect with other writers. It’s a great way to start. Or to dig yourself out of a hole, or through a wall. The great thing is, there are lots of ways to find other writers out there online. Be careful who you share your writing with, but if you’re just trying to figure out the whole writing thing in the first place? Get talking to other writers. The creative energy will nip at you more than it ever has, I promise.

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6 Comments

  1. I was very impressed with your blog, I enjoyed the read and you chose a very good I word. Good luck in the challenge.
    Yvonne,

    • Thanks Yvonne! :)

  2. Authors Incognito is such a great support. I love hearing the success stories from other writers. Frequently, someone will ask a question I didn’t even know I needed the answer to. I have a little file of advice and responses everyone gives. It makes writing less lonely.

    • Yes, I love the internet for that… writing is a very lonely profession, but with internet connections we can be alone… together. ;)

  3. Hi, Lisa! I’m in AI, too! Not sure if you’ve seen my emails in the group, nice to come across your blog! :)

    ♥.•*¨Elizabeth¨*•.♥

    • Hi Elizabeth! I have seen your name, and I’ve even been to your blog a few times. Welcome! :)


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