It was raining when I left home yesterday to meet with the LakeWriters at Moneta Library. It was tempting to turn around at the first intersection and come home: I was sleep deprived, exhausted, and wary. I knew maybe one, maybe two of the writers who would be sitting around the table discussing their trade.
I steeled my resolve and said No. I am not going to wimp out. This is a door being opened and I mean to go through it. So what if nobody knows a thing about Barb Roberts, or cares? Everybody has to go for the first time sometime, someplace.
When I left the library after a stimulating two hour session with eight enthusiastic writers, I knew it was right to leave my comfort zone and meet with them. They were gracious and welcoming to this novice writer, and I look forward to being there again next month. Maybe I'll bring a poem to read...
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