The Two Words That Broke Me In The Best Way
And if you’re a writer, you probably need to hear them too
This past weekend, I was at a writing retreat with my agent and several of her other clients. It was a weekend chock-full of solo writing time, breakout group sessions, informative presentations (and a handful of silly ones too).
The manuscript I was working on got a major glow-up and I finally feel it’s coming together. I even started developing some new ideas.
But the main takeaway I got from the weekend had nothing to do with grammar, or sentence structure, or plot points. Or even villain origin stories—which, let’s be real, are downright fascinating when done well.
No, it was something much bigger than all of that.
A solitary life
Writing is a solo endeavor. We sit, hunched over in our little boxes, pecking away at our keyboards or scribbling in our notebooks, hoping and praying that someone will love our words (but also somehow terrified that people will love our words). We toil over sentences and word choice, grammar and comma placement, plotting and beats and hooks.
And for the most part, we do all of this alone.
