My old writing club, affectionately named WC, short for, you guessed it, water closet, was never really a writing club, but rather, as many writing groups devolve into, a drinking club. So a couple of weeks ago I answered a Craigslist ad for a writing group looking for a new member. I met with the leader last week and after some discussion decided to join. They’re very prolific and serious… hopefully this will pull me out of my shell a little bit. I think having some other people’s opinions around might help with this infinite loop I seem to keep caught it with the novel.
A New Writing Group
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