Losing my faith in Community

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I started 2009 curious about community, by September I was being quoted about it in articles, but I left 2009 almost entirely convinced that “community” is a waste of time.

Not the people but the term itself. It has become a phantom banner that people wave to try and rally a cause – don’t we all care about the community?  Don’t we want to make it better?

Being in a community doesn’t inherently include a common goal or strong bond.  It most cases it is simply “a group of people with a common interest”, like a a hobby, a belief, or an idea. People who live in Phoenix may be in a community, but it’s their personal interactions that really connect them, not their geography. With everyone having a different perspective about the people and places around them, you get different forms of participation and the inevitable grumbling that there isn’t just enough community spirit/involvement/awareness. Some people want more parks, some people want more childrens’ programs, and some people just want to be left alone.

Community also doesn’t include motivation. In an artistic community, for example, some people may want to pursue technical perfection while others seek abstract expressions. It’s an amiable community until you try to set a direction for that whole group. Then people will start pushing the agenda towards their own views, and be shocked to find others pushing in a different direction. The connecting theme of the community has been exceeded.

Human nature complicates things further by assuming people who think like us in a few areas think like us in all areas. I ran into this with Ignite Phoenix when it got some wide local press. I was accused by some of betraying the community, when I was only looking to bring in new people and ideas. Attending Ignite Phoenix was the community theme, and I exceeded that limit and discovered there were a lot of wildly different opinions about what Ignite was and should be.

I’ve decided in my own local work to focus less on the “community” and more on simply doing things I’m excited about with people I respect. That will draw in people who want to participate, and save a whole lot of hopping about regarding what any group does or doesn’t want.

Community is an abstraction, and you really can’t grow, direct, or build an abstraction. “Community” is still great shorthand for a group of people, like “family”, but it isn’t an end into itself. Chase it too closely and you’ll lose the very people that make it up.  You need to focus on the people and their actions. Connect with them as individuals, not as abstractions, and realize no matter how hard you try there are some things they are just never going to do or be.

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Unexpected boost

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Writing is a lonely hobby.¬† Just me and my evil foe, the Blinking Cursor Of Despair, slugging it out day after day.¬† So I’ll take any encouragement I can get along the way.¬† I’m not picky, but I find the unexpected nuggets are the sweetest.

Last night in my Screenwriting class we were taking turns reading our latest scenes aloud for the class to critique.¬† It helps enormously to hear your dialog actually read, and I usually do a lot of wincing and note taking about where things don’t flow.¬† Anyway, we had already done three screenplays that night, and he wanted to squeeze one more in before we broke for the night.¬† This class is 7:00pm to 10:00pm, so people are pretty bushed towards the end. ¬† He pointed over at me to pass out my copies for reading and this guy sitting two desks away claps!¬† Another guy goes “Yes!¬† I love this script!”

I had NO idea.¬† There are eleven of us in the class and we’ve all been working our scripts for the past two months.¬† Nearly everyone in the class volunteered to read a part, and I got more kudos from people for the dialog and pacing.¬† I’ve been doing well on the assignments, but that sort of impromptu praise from the class, a group of people all fighting the same fight as me, was huge. I’m going to see if I can finish this baby off for a local film festival submission in December!

The moral of the story is to never underestimate the impact of a little praise or some encouraging words.

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