The Write Tribe Festival Of Words Is Back #WTFOW, and I will be joining in the fun. The Write Tribe is a merry band of bloggers – if you read blogs, I’m sure you’re familiar with some of them – and they have accepted me into the “tribe” and made me feel like part of the family. Technically, I joined months ago (years ago?) but only recently pushed myself off the wall and started to get to know the rest of the members. Shh, maybe they’ve not yet figured out, either, what an introvert I am, at heart – or maybe they have, and this is why they’ve not shoved me out of my comfort zone and demanded that I participate. I think they learned during the recent #teawithwritetribe Instagram contest that I am a free-spirited, coffee-drinking, chocolate-loving, reading/writing rebel who will #resist any orders to conform. I suspect we have much in common, there.
I wonder if they realize that hashtag, #WTFOW, could be read aloud as something I say when I stub my toe in the dark…
Anyway, the Festival of Words is a 7-day blogging challenge starting this coming Saturday (yeah, I hear you back there, moaning “Oh, God, not again…”) and I think I’ve got 7 days in me. I’ll admit that it encourages me to hear others express doubts about their ability to keep up – inspires me to prove that we can all do this, surely! We’ll egg each other on and it’s bound to be a blast.
In the larger scheme of things, blogging is neither as fun nor as effective without a “tribe” or two. That is, we all need readers, colleagues, wielders of cattle prods, sharers, and carers, lest we sink into the morass of words and scribble, in offline diaries, things that sound terribly morbid and maudlin and vaguely ridiculous, like, “Nobody loves me, everybody hates me, I’m going out to the garden to eat worms…”
Save me. There’s slim pickin’s in my garden, hot and sunny as its been, lately. All the tasty earthworms are now dried, desiccated worm-raisins. You can’t eat worm-raisins unless they’re pickled in the tears of a thousand rejections. I’m fresh out – having written nothing submission- and rejection-worthy in a while.
Let’s have some fun, then!