Tonight I met with a different group of writers. Their meetings are different than the group I’ve been with almost a year now. We did two writing exercises and have homework for next time. They also meet more frequently, a couple of times a month. You would think with my insane workload that exercises, homework and more meetings would have me running for the hills, but quite the contrary. I’m revved up! This will be good for me and my writing I think. And I don’t think it’ll take that much time. They are busy people too. Staying with the original group too, of course, absolutely. The question was never of jumping ship, but rather of fitting more than one ship in the harbour. You know how you just meet certain people and there’s an instant understanding that they are good people, that they are important in your life. It happens. It happens to me more frequently all the time. More so since the move. I’ve met some good people tonight. I want to keep them around.
Drinking: the green apple stuff, very cold, and not at all alcoholic
Listening To: the washer next door
Hair: fluffy, it’s been a month since the cut and it’s still not as long as what I originally intended with the cut . . . could be fall til i get there