Writers and other artists are in need of finding our tribes. We tend to talk about that need a lot. Sometimes we seek one another out in order to bolster our resolve. Conferences and literary festivals can be vital shots in the arm, meant to strengthen us when we return to our everyday lives. Those high-spirited events have renewed my energy and sense of purpose time and time again. No matter how many times I find myself surrounded by other writers, the sense of luck never diminishes. But luckier still are writers that have found day-in, day-out good medicine from likeminded peers who are able to sneak past the distractions of ego and competition, in order to support one another in their ambitions for their creative work.
I got that lucky in 2011, when I met the members of Peauxdunque Writers Alliance. Not only did I find friends who possess an uncanny ability to reset my spirits if I’ve wandered off the path, and true peers whose talents and points of view I respect, but I have also been surprised to find myself falling hard for New Orleans—a city that showed up when I needed her. If we’re in it for the long haul with our creative lives, we must leave a lot of room open for surprise. Surprise keeps our vision fresh and helps us cultivate greater receptivity.
To read more about the Peauxdunque—our members, our smokin’ ethos, and our recent shenanigans—you can check us out here: http://peauxdunque.com