Friday, July 9, 2010

Writerly Wolf Pack (OF DOOM)

I read a blog post a while back by Myra McEntire about how writers tend to run in groups. I may have just seen The Hangover, and somehow reading this turned into a fit of giggles with my writing partner, Cheryl, about how I was a one-woman wolf pack no more. Once we were done throwing quotes at each other, we realized it was true.

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I have a wolf (Cheryl) who listens to me complain about every flaw in my plot, and rejoices with me when a scene comes out just right. She also bravely shares her work with me, and allows me to do the same.

I have a wolf (Rain) who not only cheers me on, but makes sure I don't lose focus on why I started writing in the first place and encourages me to read. She's perky and relentless.

I have a wolf (Sophie) who reads my scenes with the eyes of a reader, and lets me know what sounds good and what falls flat. She swoons with me over the hot boys, but tells me if they're talking too much (or too little.)

I have a wolf (Sara) who sends me pretty pictures for inspiration and always tells me the truth. She also bakes me cucpakes when she's in my neighborhood, and trust me when I tell you that you wish she'd bake for you.

And I have a wolf who is sort of like a den mother (Heather), giving me the hard advice I need when I need to hear it, but making sure I don't give in to the temptation to give up. (Also, she added "OF DOOM" to my wolf pack name, so she's completely made of win.)

The most amazing thing about my pack is that, save Cheryl and Sara, I've never "met" them. I was lucky enough to bumble into them through various internet mediums and we bonded over shared interests (reading, writing, Hot Boys With Swords.) As much as I wish we could meet over coffee and brainstorm, there's usually someone around no matter when I shoot off an email or tweet an SOS. Besides, I can drink coffee and bullshit plan from my couch, so it works.

In fact, Twitter has gained my Wolf Pack (OF DOOM) several Secret Members, who are so secret that they don't even KNOW they're in my wolf pack. Please don't tell Julie Kagawa or Rosemary Clement Moore that they are Honorary Ancillary Secret Unaware Members. They might stop talking to me on Twitter if they realized that their tweets of "Oh, hey, that's funny!" or "Ash is mine!" meant so much to me. I think Jamie Harrington suspects, since she IS Totally The Bomb, but she still answers my IMs. *does the Secret Handshake*

If When I finally complete my manuscript, the words on the page might be mine, but they never would have made it there without these women. This post is just to say thank you, since I don't have the luxury of an acknowledgements page. If you're a writer too, I hope you're half as lucky as I am.

Long Live the Wolf Pack (OF DOOM)!

xoxo
Leigh

7 comments:

Cheryl said...

I'm honored to be part of such an awesome pack. Love your new blog and can't wait to read more about your writing! xoxo

katarinas mama said...

Oh, babe, I'm a Wolf Girl??? When did that happen?? *sniffs air for offensive dog smell* No, seriously, I am beyond touched!!! I barely do anything for you. LOL. But I love the swoon-worthy moments.

Rain Storm said...

So, does this make you Alan? Can I be Doug? Does Doug have pom-poms?

PS - I'm honored to be part of the Wolf Pack OF DOOM.

Julie Kagawa said...

*Blinks* I'm a wolf? Cool! *Runs around howling while other pack members eye each other* (I thought we agree no one would tell her.)

Also, Ash is still mine. :P

HWPetty said...

Mmm... Ash... *swoons*

Wait. What were we talking about?


And how did I become the mean one? Not that I'm complaining. It's just that when I'm appropriately evil, I like to know. ;)

Leigh said...

Cher & Sophie, you are VERY MUCH important members of my pack. Don't worry, my pack is NOT Team Jacob.

Rain, I'm SURE Doug would rock some pom-poms.

Julie, Can I tell you how much I love that you howl? Also, you can have Ash. My goal is to write someone even HOTTER, so someday when I force you to read it you can beg ME to share. *cackles evilly*

Heather, you're not MEAN, just HONEST. Everyone needs someone to give them a kick in the pants. You're that someone for me. And I love you for it. Plus, I'm drawn to evil. ;)

~Jamie said...

I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS!~

HAHA Heather... WOLFPACK OF DOOM...
just don't ask her to wear pink nail polish :)

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