I’ve written several posts about how much I love the Atlanta literary community, particularly the Atlanta Writers Club. But it’s so nice to hear other people, not from Atlanta, talk about how special our writers are here, just as author Mary Glickman did at our Saturday meeting:
In the end, I’m sure it was Southern hospitality in part, but the group seemed to like me. They laughed at all the right places, anyway, and their questions afterwards were cogent, incisive. They bought my book and chatted with me while I signed. Apparently, I was inspiring! Informative! Spot on!
And that was very nice to hear. I think I’ve come to comprehend why people join clubs. How good it is to hang with the like minded, focused on the same goal. I can see how these people help each other, support each other. And if only my thick-headed self hadn’t been a refusnik all those years, I like to think maybe these folks would have had me in their club. And that would have been a very good thing.
It took Mary forty years of writing and submitting before she finally published her first novel. And though it took her a while, I’m so glad we finally found her, and she finally found us.
Our second speaker was the author of one of my favorite books of the past few years, Perfect Peace, and former WHEN DO YOU WRITE? guest author, Daniel Black. Professor Black has to be one of the most engaging, insightful, and entertaining (there was even singing) speakers in all of Atlanta. He talked about the importance of dialect in dialogue to tell a story. What I wouldn’t give to sit in on one of his classes! He’s got some lucky, lucky students.