My name is Gretchen, and
I’m a researchoholic.
Perhaps my #1 substance of
choice is the Oxford English Dictionary (OED), the online version of which is
available 24/7 via my local library website. And so, though I have mulled over this blog for several days,
when it came to putting fingers to keyboard, I felt compelled to imbibe some
OED first.
network, n.
5b An interconnected group of people; an organization; spec. a group of people having
certain connections (freq. as a result of attending a particular school or
university) which may be exploited to gain preferment, information, etc., esp.
for professional advantage.
And I can’t resist sharing the
first reference:
1884 A. Forbes Chinese Gordon v. 140 British India
is a network of cliquism and favoritism
But it was not the noun I was searching
for, but the verb:
network, v.
intr. orig. U.S. To engage in social or
professional ‘networking’
The first use of the verb
form was given as 1980, and one wonders how we got along without the word. The
phenomenon is surely as old as the earth, or at least humans’ habitation of it
– but that’s not my subject either.
I actually want to give a brief
history of my own evolving children’s literature network, and express
appropriate gratitude forthwith. [Reading the OED makes you talk and write
funny.] BTW ‘evolve’ has an interesting history in the OED going back to 1597,
and Darwin is not mentioned.
My Critique Group
Back in 1992 when I began to
entertain the thought of writing for children, I turned to UCLA Extension. At
the end of a nonfiction class, the instructor, Caroline Arnold,
encouraged us to form critique groups, and three of us did. Lo, these 21 years later the group still
includes two charter members, Alexis O’Neill and myself, along with Nina Kidd, Ann Stampler, and our erstwhile teacher,
Caroline Arnold.
Most children’s writers I know have
a critique group and count its many blessings. For me, they include
• Astute reading of woeful first
drafts
• More of the same for rewrites
month after month….after month
• Assurance that it is getting
better and you are getting closer
• Encouragement in the face of
rejection
• A deadline to force one to produce
something for every meeting or feel like a total slacker.
Networking results: personal
introductions to two editors who bought my first book and my first novel. And an annual delectable Christmas/Hanukkah party every year at Alexis's.
The Indomitable Hive
By 1998 I had published one book
and many short stories, but couldn’t crack the picture book market. So I
enrolled in the then-new low-residency MFA in Writing for Children program at
Vermont College (and began to write biographies.) I craved the one-on-one relationship with an advisor and I loved
the bi-annual intensive residences. Too bad, I thought, I wouldn’t get to know
my classmates, since we’d see each other so little.
Wrong! At the end of the first residency we set up a yahoogroup – a
novelty back in 1998 – and for the past fifteen years we’ve been in daily
contact. Of the fifteen original class members, eleven of us are active what Brock Cole dubbed “The Hive.” Since we’re all female, the hive has
become much more than a writer’s group. We’ve shared everything – marriage,
births, deaths, tribulations and triumphs.
We’re in our thirties through
eighties, and though we’re scattered all across the U.S., I’m in closer touch
with the Hive than I am with local friends (We’ve too busy to check in
daily.) The Hive is not a critique group, though some of us do that for
each other some of the time. These writers have published dozens of books in
the 15 years since we met, won top awards, and together we walk the walk of being a writer, making a living, living a life.
Worker bees, all.
The blessings of the Hive:
• a common language, having been
through the MFA program together
• a daily connection to writers
• advice on any professional issue from people who have been there, done that
• occasional in-person reunions
that reinforce our friendship.
Networking results: two more
editor contacts from two Hive members that led to two more book contracts. And
it was hiver April Pulley Sayre who brought me to ….
….that fabulous bevy of writers that
joins me for breakfast every morning at the computer. I love reading
the on- and offstage goings-on of those writing stars, most of whom I’ve never
met. Inksters seem to be north-easterners, though we have had one raucous NYC
dinner that I was party to. And I did meet Sue Macy at ALA here in California, and shared a
dinner with her and her editor….an editor who is now reading one of my
manuscripts…..
I’ve been told that the literary
world of adult writers can be maliciously competitive and ungenerous. My
networks of children’s writers are nothing of the sort.
Happy summer reading and writing!
3 comments:
Yes to all of this, Gretchen! Reading this post made me very happy. By the way, the next time you're in NYC, stop by. We inherited the complete OED. It lives in my office. You might never leave.
Thanks, Deb. I'll love to.
I'm so honored to be part of the HIVE--thanks for the nod, Gretchen. I wish I'd been able to attend the reunion pictured here. Hope we can have one in Chicago soon!
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