It sounds like the start of a bad joke, but you’d be wrong. It was our monthly get-together this afternoon, and as always, conversation ranged from mild to triple-X-rated, with laughter at every turn.
Writing can be a lonely occupation, and it’s scary as hell attending your first meeting. Even worse is being encouraged to read out some of your work. To strangers. Yup. That’s right up there with visits to the dentist on the I-don’t-want-to-do-this scale.
However, we had a LOT of fun doing that today. Everyone took a printed copy of the first two pages of their current manuscript, and we took turns to read each other’s words. Anonymously.
I tell you, we have a bunch of talented writers in our group. Half the group are currently unpublished, but you wouldn’t know it from the pages we read out. I’m proud to be a part of the group. Ladies, you rock!