Tonight I had writers’ group. I almost didn’t make it. I had a grant proposal I had to get out before I left work … and it took a lot longer to finish than I thought it would, making me almost two hours late to group.
My writers’ group has existed a lot longer than I’ve been in it … and I’ve been in it forever at this point. The group is all women, and our membership has shifted and changed over the years, and we all write all different kinds of things. We’ve had essayists and novelists and poets and playwrights and short story writers and combinations of all things. We’re pretty small right now, but we’ll probably blossom out again. I like our ‘small,’ however. It’s very comfortable for me.
I’m supposed to be writing a chapter for the next anthology of practitioner writing that WE LEARN is going to publish in 2011. My proposal was accepted forever ago … and then I promptly lost all ability to write even one word on the topic. The deadline (twice extended, mind you) is coming up at the end of this week … so I finally managed to pull together some crazy, swirling, all-over-the-place notes in order to have something to send to the group so I could get some feedback and to help me get down to business. And then I couldn’t seem to get out of the door and get to the meeting.
But then I finally did.
Good Chinese food, some not-so-bad (and even better because it’s free) white wine, lots of excellent conversation, and much needed and welcome criticism of my draft. Just the kind of therapy I needed tonight. I have work to do, but I’m feeling so much better right now (and that’s not the wine talking … I swear!).
Thank you, ladies!
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