Starbucks/Bookstore Excursion

 

If you’re free on Sunday, November 22, come by the Starbucks on the corner of Main Street Markham and Hwy 7 between 1-2pm to meet up, hang out, and/or discuss any writing-related matters you may have in mind. There will be a bunch of really cool, welcoming people there who are very passionate about writing and who would love to meet and talk with you (and any interested friends, family members or acquaintances)!

At 2pm, we will head over Alfsen House Books (located at a walking-distance from the Starbucks at 154 Main Street Markham) and explore this little-visited used book shop in our community.

If you have any questions, feel free to message [email protected] for more information.

Hope to see you there!

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Writing Group: New Website Launch

>>WRITING GROUP WEBSITE<<

Today I launched a new website for our writing group, which will be updated regularly with Upcoming Events news and Recommended Readings from each session. Please check the website regularly for upcoming meeting dates if you’re interested in joining us at any time. It is an excellent source of information. Even if you can’t come out, feel free to check out the site’s miscellaneous and Recommended Readings posts, which contain a wealth of excellent resources from a variety of genres that will prove helpful to any writer. As always, group updates will also be posted on MiaHerrera.com, my Twitter account, and our Facebook group.

For notifications delivered directly to your inbox, please e-mail [email protected] to be added to our mailing list.

Second Cup Gathering this Sun., Nov. 8

If you’re free this Sunday, November 8 anytime between 1-3 pm, come by the Second Cup in the Bur Oak plaza (closest to 16th and McCowan) to meet up, hang out, and/or discuss any writing-related matters you may have on your mind. There will be a bunch of like-minded, really cool and very welcoming people there who would love to meet and talk with you (and any interested friends, family members or acquaintances)!

If you have any more questions about the time, location, and/or point of this gathering, feel free to message [email protected] for more information.

Hope to see you there!

A General Update: My breakup with Writing

Aloha lovely readers! Please pardon my infrequent posting. My writing in general has been spotty as of late, and as someone who said her blog was one that “documented her writing journey”, I feel I’ve failed thus far in not tracking my progress the way I promised I would.

As I mentioned earlier, I was offered a job this September by Ganz, Inc. – an opportunity I couldn’t refuse considering the awesome position (Creative Writer working with online games). That being said, once I started working I naturally didn’t have the time to do all the things I’d originally planned for my post-grad self (y’know, sleep in, lounge in my pajamas, ponder the stucco on my ceiling and sometimes colour-code my writing folders). Though anxiety would occasionally niggle at me during my “time off” for not having a “real job”, my anxiety then was nothing compared to the anxiety I experienced after starting work. Suddenly, the days of stucco-gazing (aka writing with complete abandon at any time and in any place I desired) seemed far away and long gone.

The crisis I experienced once I started working was deep and dark, though I’m not going to pretend I alone am privy to this despair. I am certain that almost every young adult experiences this at some point in their life. It usually hits around the time he or she has to enter the “real world” and is quickly gaining attention as society’s new ailment: The Quarter Life Crisis.

A large part of my crisis arose with this first, extended encounter with the “real world”. While I was in school, my parents and siblings would wonder why I was rushing to graduate. “You better enjoy yourself. You don’t want to run into the “real world” too quickly. You’ll have much less time to do the things you want to do.” I scoffed at their cautious remarks. I’d grown up in an age of technological miracles. Every day someone or something exceeded human limits. What defined the “real” in this world? Nothing but the limitations one imposed on oneself. Applying this mentality to myself, I was certain I’d have an awesome life: the perfect job, the perfect home, the perfect balance between writing and occupation and travel; I’d have it all together, all at once. The real world was vast and promising.

Promising, that is, until I started a regular, permanent job and I had to suddenly navigate a world beyond my yellow room, my coffee shop discussions about life and writing, and my juvenile scribbles about hopes and dreams. Though it was an adjustment to realize I’d only have two unstructured weeks a year to travel, it was an even greater adjustment in regards to my writing. Unused to waking up at regular hours since Gr. 11, I’d fall asleep as soon as 7pm came around. I’d desperately try to force myself to write after work, against my shell-shocked body’s fatigue, feeling like it was my number one duty as a “real” writer to persevere. Suddenly writing became a chore – harder than work itself.

If only I never loved writing. With school finished early, a great job right out the gate, and no financial worry because of the hard work of my parents before me, my life should be blue skies and daffodils. I would be content, if not for my writing. I was hit hard with an unlucky combo of physical exhaustion and writer’s block.

And that’s when I started to hate writing.

I’m ashamed to admit that I stopped scheduling writer’s meetings and missed deadlines for Live In Limbo; those once-fun activities were now painful reminders of my incapable, mundane, uncreative existence.

Suddenly lost passion feels similar to losing one’s God. It is that grave. It is waking up one day and realizing that some constantly definitive aspect of yourself is absent and, no matter how hard you try, only a cold, unfeeling door presents itself to you – closed and inaccessible.

Finally, I decided that I’d give up on writing because it had given up on me. I could only stare at a closed door for so long until I started to feel like writing’s desperate, psycho ex-girlfriend. I let go.

The next day, I started thinking of supplements to a life without writing. So, I wasn’t going to be a world renowned author. Now what would I be?

Perhaps the best part of this experience was discovering other options. I could no longer define myself solely as a writer. Within a few weeks, I remembered that I was also an editor, a student, a volunteer, a planner. I could still be involved with the literary world, just not in the way I’d initially planned. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Furthermore, by suddenly losing my main focus, I realized that within my month or so of stucco-staring, I’d lost sight of everything else I was and could still be.

And you know what the funny thing is… weeks after I’d broken up with writing, I met with a friend for a writing session – one that had been organized well before the crisis occurred. I was reluctant to meet and eager to finish the session before it even began. While he was critiquing my work, I pitied his waste of breath, knowing I could never write the book we were discussing because I was no longer the writer I’d imagined myself to be.

Until he said, “I’m really curious to know more about this character”. And suddenly, for the first time in a long time, I was curious too.

Second Cup Gathering this Sat., Sept. 26

If you’re free this Saturday, September 26 anytime between 2:30-4:30 pm, come and drop by the Second Cup in the Bur Oak plaza (closest to 16th and McCowan) to meet up, hang out, and/or discuss any writing-related matters you may have on your mind.

We had a great turnout and an awesome discussion last time and hope to repeat the experience (except with more people!). There will be a bunch of like-minded and really cool people there, so feel free to drop by, say hi, and see some new faces. We also welcome all interested or curious friends, family members and acquaintances – bring anyone you’d like to join with you in the fun!

If you have any more questions about the time, location, and/or point of this gathering, feel free to message [email protected] for more information.

Hope to see you there!

Writers and Coffee: Second Cup Gathering

second cupYesterday the former “CMW” stepped outside of the traditional library setting we’ve so accustomed ourselves to and met up at the Second Cup on 16th and McCowan instead. To my delight, we had a great turnout. The gathering was casual as always, yet was made better than ever with the inclusion of Chillattes, Soda Water, Coffees, and Lemon Pie. We discussed our current interests and works in progress, which include poetry, screenplays, short stories, and songs, and also covered the more general conversational topics of back-to-school gossip and metal music. Our group has a comfortable mix of hardcore literature fans, music aficionados, and musicians and on top of that we are all, of course, interested in writing.

From the beginning, meeting up with other writers my age has always been a great pleasure. Despite how busy my schedule gets, how tired or stressed out I am, or even how much I’m not in the mood for a writing session at the moment, as soon as I meet up with everyone else, I feel instantly better. Every person I meet through this makeshift writing group has been a blessing and an inspiration. I always leave feeling rejuvenated and ready to write again. And, even better, is the feeling of joy when realizing that these meetings also inspire others.

We’ll be meeting up on a rather regular, bi-weekly basis around Markham and we’d love to see even more new faces at upcoming gatherings. Please feel free to message me at [email protected] for updates and invites regarding our upcoming gatherings and events.

We’d love to have you there.

Second Cup Gathering this Sunday, Sept. 13

If you’re free this Sunday, September 13 and you’re looking for something to do, drop by the Second Cup in the 16th & McCowan plaza between 1-3pm to meet up, hang out, and/or discuss any writing-related matters you may have on your mind. There’ll be a bunch of like-minded and really cool people there as well. There’s no set meeting time, so feel free to drop by anytime between those couple of hours, even if only for a few moments to say hi.

If you have any questions about the time, location and/or point of this gathering, feel free to message [email protected] for more information.

Hope to see you there!

CMW: A New Direction

Warning: Below you will find a long and fascinating account of the Community of Markham Writer’s journey. Key words: Fascinating and LONG. You have been warned! Feel free to skim or skip at your desire.

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As my earlier post indicated, I was apprehensive returning to the CMW after my long hiatus. Prior to last week’s meeting, there were plans of newsletters, anthologies, writer’s brunches, and contests for the CMW. The plans were great, but the amount of footwork required seemed gargantuan without a support base or some funding. The more we thought of ways to grow the group, the more we added to our plate, and the larger our apprehensions grew. Questions were sprouting left and right, “Can one or two people really handle all of this? Is there any interest beyond our consistent three or four members? Is it worth it? Is the direction we’re taking right? And if it is, how come it feels so off?”

I finally came to the conclusion that at the Informational Meeting, I would lay down the facts for CMW members: This is what our group is, this is what it’s been, and this is what needs to be done in order to take it in this particular direction. If the manpower, money, and interest just couldn’t be mustered, then it seemed we would be unable to continue. Our earlier plans made it feel like a go big or go home kind of deal – a thought that depressed me because the CMW had always seemed, at heart, like a good thing – a right thing – and yet things just weren’t flowing.

Before heading out to the meeting, I yet again weighed pros and cons, planned out what I’d say and how I’d say it (especially if it came to the point where the CMW would be discontinued), and especially tried to recall why the CMW had been a good idea in the first place. That’s when I realized that perhaps it doesn’t have to be an all or nothing deal.

Back in the olden days, when people were passionate about something, they found others with similar interests to hold their topical discussions. Film clubs in Paris, for example, began simply because people who loved film congregated together as friends to share interests. Eventually, because the time was right or because the opportunity arose, they branched out. As a result of these early gatherings, film clubs like Objectif 49 began and, after years, led to magazines like Cahiers du Cinema, which housed the work of influential filmmakers and critics like Bazin, Godard, and Truffaut. Passionate discussion therefore led to renowned film organizations, which eventually led to world famous film journals and even more famous filmmakers and film movements. That being said, the basic unit of that growth began from everyday people who gathered as friends with similar passions; it didn’t start because people got together one day and said, “Let’s establish a film journal.”

Anyways, long tangent aside, a few minutes before our final meeting, I realized that I’d forgotten the whole point of the CMW. The CMW was originally founded so young adult writers could find others with whom they could discuss things that their friends and family members didn’t necessarily understand or care about. I’d also forgotten the implications of the CMW’s target audience: young adults, most of who are in school with limited income and mobility, won’t necessarily have money to pay for workshops or membership fees and can’t be expected to commit themselves completely when finals, midterms and unexpected assignments are constantly popping up. The most important thing at this stage, I think, is the writing and the knowledge that you aren’t alone in your writing.

That being said, I drove over to Angus in a post-epiphany glow and, after a brief discussion with the three other dedicated members of the CMW, agreed that we’d lost focus somewhere along the way. Right now, we shouldn’t be worrying about creating an institution. We should be enjoying what we’re doing. Writing, especially writing as a passion, is not a chore – it’s an adventure, a privilege. By becoming befuddled with the business side of it all, we made writing suddenly less fun for ourselves.

In conclusion, the CMW lives on, though in an altered (and better) form. And a lot of changes are being made. Even the name, “The Community of Markham Writers”, seems a bit pretentious for our aims. The purpose of our group is not to “get you published”, but to provide a supportive place where you can write, share your writing, receive feedback, and find support in whatever direction you wish to take, whether it be for pleasure or publication. Furthermore, we’re scrapping this “meeting” concept. When you hang out with friends, you don’t say, “I have a meeting at the movies tonight,” you say, “I’m going to go hang out” or “I’m seeing the girls for some girl-talk” or something. With the goal of creating a positive, friendly space in mind, you can now find us carousing about in coffee shops or visiting readings and events (talking about all those fun things and visiting all those fun places that your less exciting friends avoid).

Do you love writing? We do, too. Feel free to join us, meet some new people, make some new friends, or talk about that new poem you recently fell in love with but can’t talk about because others just wouldn’t understand or care.

Feel free to contact me at [email protected] if you want to know where we’ll be next. Trust me, it’s not scary at all.

P.S. Guess I have to change the “About” section again! Keep posted for those changes in a week or so.