When I decided to make The Cerulean Project a reality and asked some of my dearest friends to join me, I had no idea the chaos my personal life would stumble into within only a few weeks. What had been intended to be a passion project has turned into a lifeline.
Funny how karma can take us in that direction, isn’t it?
In the midst of trying to piece together the bits left behind, I realized that answering the question of “why we need a community in the first place?” has gotten a lot easier.
Because we need each other.
I can wax poetic about the importance of craft, the necessity of rewriting, the requirement of critique…but in truth, the most important part of building a community around our work is so when the shit hits the fan, we have folks who’ll help hold us together.
We are not islands. We are not lone wolves. We are not special snowflakes.
But writing can feel that way, can’t it? Hours spent staring at a screen, pounding out words while nurturing loved ones and avoiding distractions may suggest that surely we’re the only weirdo trying to follow our dreams, but the truth is that we’re part of a huge network of wordsmiths who are doing the exact same things and can totally relate.
We just don’t know each other yet—and The Cerulean Project is here to change that.
See, when we hit those low points in our writing–or in the ebb and flow of life as karma decides to take us on a “shortcut”–we need those who understand to remind us that we can do this. That we didn’t start down this path on a lark. That the passion that’s waning is the very spark we can kindle again.
Without each other, we might make it, but the likelihood increases considerably when we build a community of like-minded folks who have similar goals.
So as a famous book once stated, “May the odds be ever in your favor,” which is best done when we get to know one another on a personal level.
A little intimidating, I know, but I’ll go first, okay?
My name’s Ally Bishop. I’m a writer. I’ve been plying my craft since I was eight, I’ve got two degrees in the dang stuff, and I’m also a professional editor and have taught creative writing at the college level. But that doesn’t mean I don’t struggle to improve my craft like everyone else. Add to that my flawed status as a human being, my severe (diagnosed) ADHD, and my inability to not take on more than I should, and guess what…you have a crazed fellow word-wrangler.
I love this craft, despite how often I rage with frustration when I get caught in a tough spot. (Sound familiar?) But without writing, I wouldn’t know who I am, and with it, I’m a better version of me. And I believe the stories that torture our souls to action are the very things that can change the world we live in.
How could I do any less than continue to improve on my art…and evolve as a person as a result?
Why do you need a community?
Because we all need to belong. We all need a soft place to land. We all need to write the story of our deepest passions and grow as people.
Seems like a win-win to me. How about you?
Genre fiction can change the world, my friend. And it’s up to us to make sure it does.