Tonight, I anxiously gathered pieces of my writing and attended the local writers circle I was graciously invited to last week. I nearly talked myself out of attending on several occasions yet, managed to muster the courage and show my face.
I was indeed 'fashionably' late. By my clock, I was right on time however; everyone was engaged in writers banter when I arrived. I took in the environment for the first half hour, scanning the room of profoundly pen writing hands, cashmere cardigans and book chapters anxiously awaiting reviews. I nervously read my piece. I was fourth in line to read within the circle of novelists. My mouth has never felt so dry.
Smiles and slanted postures followed my last sentence. I hear a sigh followed by, "poetically written." A great established writer approved my work.
That was enough for me. I shall return to the next meeting. That is, of course, after I attend my very first book launch and the chance to meet a well known author. This could be the start of something good. And, I need 'good' in my life right now.
