The other day, I decided to venture out into the world and try to join a writer’s group. I love, love, love hanging out with fellow writers and having a great talk and laughing about our stories and the crazy ideas that can pop into our heads.
So, with that in mind, I headed down to Helensvale library with hope, apprehension and curiosity. I arrived about 10 minutes before it was to start at, as the writer’s group website had told me, 11am. I asked the librarian at the information desk which room it was in. She seemed confused, she asked another librarian, who also seemed confused. I was suddenly worried I may not have the right time, or day, or even the correct library. When the second librarian came back after having asked a third, she informed me that she was “fairly certain that that wasn’t on until 1pm. Go have some lunch.”
I was perplexed, “I’m sure the website said 11am, but alright, I’ll come back!” I said cheerfully, hoping this information was accurate. I am not the most assertive person.
I went away, did a little shopping at Westfield and came back just before one. The library was full of people by the way – and this was a weekday. Anybody who claimed libraries were on the brink of extinction a few years ago, due to everything becoming digital, was wrong. There were young’uns reading newspapers, elderly people learning how to use computers and even, dare I say it, some cute guys!
I made my way to the meeting room, vowing to come to this particular branch a little more often and saw a few people in a big, stylish classroom. The teacher or leader – I could tell she was, she just had that ‘air’ about her – came up to me and asked me if I was there for the editing class.
“No, I’m actually looking for the ‘Helensvale Writer’s Group’,” I said, with a sinking feeling.
“Oh, well I don’t know anything about that, this is editing.” she said. After a pause she added, “You’re welcome to join.”
I had a moment of contemplation. Perhaps this fabled ‘Writer’s Group’ was all in my head, a web page manifested from the deep recesses of my mind to fulfill a personal need, a bit like the girls from “Suckerpunch”
“Alright. I’ll stay, thank you.” I hoped the embarrassment in my voice wasn’t too evident. It didn’t matter too much, I told myself, it’s still something to do with writing.
As it turned out, I was right to stay. The course was well presented, with class participation, cute examples of some very bad writing that needed major editing and even advice on how to pick the correct editor for your individual needs and manuscript. And the best part of all, it was FREE!
A funny thing happened when I was in the middle of class too. The manuscript I had given up on months ago as being “terrible” and “not worth writing any more of” (my words, by the way) suddenly popped into my head and began to write itself again. I quickly jotted down all of the notes I could get out, hoping the person next to me wouldn’t notice how feverishly I was acting.
So there you have it, libraries are awesome and as I found out, after picking up a brochure on my way out, full of free writing classes that are designed to inspire and encourage fledgling creative types like me. They also have a plethora of other creative and social events such as computing classes, history buff events and health and well-being seminars. And again, all of it is free.
For more information on some of these great courses that are happening, here on the Gold Coast right now, visit:
Or, if you don’t live in this region, consider heading to your local library, just to see whats going on. Who knows what could happen, you may even in end up in the wrong place at the right time. Or the right place, wrong time, which isn’t always a bad thing.
Good luck in all that you do, thanks for visiting!