Some writers’ groups are better than others, but most (hopefully) manage to avoid what Lora Bishop found at her local session
It’s recently dawned on me that I haven’t written anything more creative than a fake sick note for my daughter’s school in some time. I have tried various ways to increase creative output; I’ve started listening to classical music, supposedly able to increase concentration and other cognitive functions. (It’s debatable if this effect actually exists, but of all the things to try sticking a few symphonies and sonatas on YouTube required the least amount of effort on my part.) I’ve burnt diaries in an attempt to rise out of the ashes like some gleaming innovative phoenix. I’ve banned television to free up more writing time. I’ve meditated (napped), written by hand (as opposed to Word document), written drunk (any excuse), set up a desk for myself, hung around coffee shops in my glasses trying to look all arty and intellectual with my ring-binder and selection of HB pencils... and I am still not writing the way I want.