Good, good meeting tonight with our small band of writer-types. I like the meetings small, more intimate and focused, no matter the makeup of the crew.
We start out with food, then some pornographic poetry. We go from giggling teenie-boppers through middle-aged maturity to deliver honest and professional critique. Nice to know we all still can find the snickers that we thought we’d overcome with age. Good to feel we all are still a part of what we used to be, used to have, used to see.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
We are a little crazy bunch, aren’t we… *giggle*
I won’t even go near the post-meeting discussion!