community

Welcome to Wednesday and Sluiter Nation Recruit time!  Don’t know what a Recruit is?  Start here.
Today’s post is from the lovely CDG who writes her lovely words at Move Over Mary Poppins.  I met this lovely lady via The Red Dress Club.  She writes some of the only online fiction I can read…it is that good.  And it’s a romance series!  I usually HATE romance!  So yes, she rocks my face.  But she is also a boy mom and someone who I am pretty sure would be a great friend in real life.

We love to chat it up on twitter and we share a love of the men of SNL.  You can’t beat that with a stick.

She lifts me up when I feel bad about myself and she makes me laugh when I don’t want to.  She is exactly what I need in a friend.  I can’t wait to someday share a beer and some yummy East Coast seafood with her.

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 My internet is a city.

My blog is a walk-up. The sidewalks are cobbled like Beacon Hill, but the heartbeat of the neighborhood is more like Greenwich Village. Here I have my own space. I choose the art on the walls and the words I put out for my guests. I come and go as I please.

Most mornings, I sit with my breakfast and dip into the conversation on Twitter. It’s a little coffee shop–the one with the green striped awning and the wrought iron chairs outside, the one with really good muffins. There’s a regular crowd, and we catch up, we laugh, we tease and play ad confide and move along with our days. If I need to pop back in for a refill on my coffee? Someone is always there to chat with.

I go visiting. In between the necessary things–banking, shopping, researching, and of course, creating!–I visit my favorite blogs. As I make the rounds, leaving little notes to say hello, I am reminded of the vibrant diversity of my community. And it fuels my desire to write, to connect, to give friends a reason to come back to my house.

There are neighborhoods in this city, and as I wander from one to another, I see familiar faces, common threads and gathering places. I walk in this city knowing who I am and comfortable in my skin.

A little over a year ago, after more than four years of blogging, I really started delving into Twitter, reaching out of a long, dark winter, seeking something. I don’t know that I could have said at the time what exactly that something was.

What I was looking for was a community.

It happened in a flash, as Twitter does. I followed the right person, and suddenly there were conversations, discoveries, new blogs and voices in my solitude. And these voices heard me and identified with me.

I had been so lonely. My friendships were in flux, my best friends scattered far and wide, in some cases lost for good, and I had turned inward.

From the safety of my laptop, I forged new connections. They introduced me around, helped me find my voice after a lot of uncertainty and silence .And they began to matter.

I began to offer up more of myself, to take chances and risks in my writing. And instead of doubt, there was interest and feedback and encouragement. My little walk-up got some new paint, a few new houseplants, and it’s inspiration back.

For a long time, I worried that I was only setting myself up for more loneliness. After all, real and rewarding friendships with people based on a tiny avatar photo and a typing style? Unlikely.

Not so much, because here I am.

Here we all are.

A community, woven by comments and tweets and email. My friends, my neighborhood. My home.

The internet is my city.

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See?  Beautiful words.  Gorgeous in fact.

So go follow CDG on twitter and chat with her about Boston, SNL, and beer.

Then go read this sampling of lovey.  It will make you instantly follow her blog, Move Over, Mary Poppins.

She does stuff like this…this is why I love her:  This is Crazy

She writes sentimental stuff like this…this is why I want to hug her…and then go on a road trip with her:  He’s Totally Cheat at Car Bingo

She writes mad awesome fiction that makes me feel her characters as if they are real…this is why I will say, “I knew her when…”:  Adjusting the Phrasing

She is a boy mom who says the things I don’t know how to say…this is what we bond over:  Penny For My Heart

So go forth and love my East Coast friend.  I can share.

Shut up, I can.

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About Katie

Just a small town girl...wait no. That is a Journey song. Katie Sluiter is a small town girl, but she is far from living in a lonely world. She is a middle school English teacher, writer, mother, and wife. Life has thrown her a fair share of challenges, but her belief is that writing through them makes her stronger.

Comments

  1. I loved this, because it explains so much about this supportive place we write.

    as always your words were “just right”

  2. I never really thought about the internet being like a city, but it is. Perfectly said.

  3. Makes interesting reading, been following her posts quietly for a while now. I have to say though I think you have a canny way of reaching out to all to give a good clear perspective of someone who is truly inspirational. Thank you to Mary and all for keeping me entertained!

  4. Love this! Which is why of all the blogs I try to follow, Cam is in my top 5. Always a good read. And a supportive friend.

    • Renee, you should be writing on be a supportive friend. Really.

      So thank you, it means a lot coming from you.

  5. That’s lovely. I feel like I’m at the begining of that journey. I’ve just discovered twitter and I’m only starting to open up a little.

    Thanks for the post.

  6. What a beautiful description of the community you’ve forged. I’m new to reading Move Over Mary Poppins, but I have loved what I’ve read so far. Welcome to the Nation!

  7. Two of my favorites here in one place…

    I’m in Palm Desert celebrating my grandmother’s 88th birthday with four generations of her family. I swore I wouldn’t read blogs or tweet or facebook or or or…

    But I couldn’t resist saying how much I love CDG’s writing AND Sluiter Nation.

    Win win.

    (and now, for some birthday cake…)

  8. I just love how you’ve woven this world into a tangible one, cozy and welcoming and diverse.

    Now bring on one of your excellent fictional men 😉

  9. You know how I’m fond of your talent and personality. You are the shining example of how you can find someone that intellectually pushes you and enterains you with wit every day on the web.

    Your writing is amazing. It’s challenging, it’s smart, and it’s engaging.

    I appreciate you very much. Your words about your experience online mirror mine. That’s for allowing me to find your corner of the net.

  10. Cam makes me so happy. She is kind, snarky, seriously smart and a stellar talent. Her words inspire me more than she probably knows.

  11. This is so amazingly well written. I’m brand new to blogging and I’ve had such a warm inviting welcome. This is exactly how I would describe my entrance into the blogging world.

  12. So, I should start addressing “Twitterati” as “The Sluiter Nation?”

    I completely get this post . . . and I feel it so well. I’ve always used the cocktail party analogy – blogging & twitter are one huge cocktail party. I visit with those people that I’m most comfortable with, but I always have my hear toward other conversations . . . and, you know, every now & then, there’s another conversation, with new members, that you really get into. And then, there’s the next. And the next, and suddenly, your “regulars” have a whole bunch of new members.

  13. I liken Twitter especially to a huge cocktail party. Only we’re all in our jammies. Yay! And seemingly, the guest lists just get better and better.

  14. Katie, thank you so very much for putting on the Recruit Roster. It’s been a pleasure to be here, and the company is extraordinary.

  15. Not only do I love this, CDG, but it has kick-started a little twinkle in me to reach out further into the blogosphere, etsy-verse, and–can it be?–twitterspace to build some of my own new connections. Now that I have something to offer (humble blog, humble etsy endeavor), I feel like I can extend my voice, too. Rock! XO, S