Hey! Last night I met my writer’s group in a bar like real, live adults. I don’t drink so I usually skip the bar scene, but we were there for a marathon critique and brainstorming session. Not to mention the delicious, delicious bar food.
Well, me boyos were late. 45 minutes late, to be exact. When a stranger walked by, sniffed my hair and told me it smelled pretty, I grabbed my purse and bailed. But all’s well that ends well, and here are 3/4 of my group at 1:00 AM in Las Vegas, standing in front of a big wooden bear.
These lads, and billie the girl who couldn’t go out with us last night, are heartbreakingly brilliant. They push me to be a better writer and I love them into tiny bits. We’re going to do a round robin interview later and I’m really looking forward to what they have to say. You’ll love them.
Do you have a writer’s group? How does it work for you?