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