I first met members of my personal writing support team at Western Washington University, where I took my first steps toward becoming a writer. Coming back to Washington still feels like coming home for me, and I feel more strongly tied in to the writing communities out here than in either of my other two homes (Los Angeles, CA and Brooklyn, NY).
|Tod Marshall read poems in honor of Spring|
in between scheduled readers.
What I noticed most about the gathering was how many readers had teams of support with them. It seemed to me that not a single writer was there alone. And if they started off the night alone, the act of sharing their work to the group suddenly made them seem less so, as others congratulated them for reading, for having the nerve to stand up and share their words in a public space.
|It was a pretty, and pretty public, space.|
I don't often get time to go to readings or literary events, and so I am not often reminded of just how many of us writers -- and people willing to support us -- there are. You'd think I'd feel intimidated, but whenever I am in a space like that, I just feel excited and proud to be part of the community around me. I'm always just so happy to know that I'm not alone in the struggle, and in the celebration, of writing.
***J.M. Phillippe is the author of Perfect Likeness and the short story The Sight. She has lived in the deserts of California, the suburbs of Seattle, and the mad rush of New York City. She works as a family therapist in Brooklyn, New York and spends her free-time decorating her tiny apartment to her cat Oscar Wilde’s liking, drinking cider at her favorite British-style pub, and training to be the next Karate Kid, one wax-on at a time.