This Monday night we were invited for a soup dinner along with the meeting at PE's little red farmhouse in the country.
The soup was hot, the corn bread was baked, the table was set, and one by one the Eggs rolled in.
For the first time in a long time, we had a full carton: all the Eggs showed up.
We decided we'd better record the moment.
I can't say enough about how encouraging it has been to write with the support of a group of friends who's writing work I admire and who's opinion of my own work I value. We are constantly bringing new forms, writers, publications, places to submit, workshops, perspectives...to each other's attention. We've all stretched, grown and found permission to saunter or ramble or run with our writing within the group and when we are writing in our own little "garrets". Bringing work to share on Mondays, or, sometimes in my case, mailing it in from the road, is one of the things that keeps us putting pen to paper, or fingertips to keyboard.
The Scrambled Eggs, Monday Meeting, May 3, 2010
If you are a writer slogging away without the benefit of a writers group, I highly recommend you find one or start one of your own.
It will bring a comforting light to your writing life.