It’s a step. A small one. But it is one.

I’ve joined a writing group.  Six aspiring writers meet every two weeks to read aloud their work and critique one another’s work.  Very fulfilling and nerve-wracking, both.  I found my voice shaking a bit as I read aloud to the group.  They were so kind afterwards, proverbially gentle.  I went away inspired, challenged, ready to take on more. I think I’ve found my groove thing.