Writing Group

This week I joined another writing group through my public library. The library had advertised it as a new group, but once I got there I found out that it had actually been a group that had met for a few years in another location and been transplanted over to the library, much like my book club was more than a decade ago (that one I quit going to because they changed the time on us and wouldn’t let our breastfeeding mothers feed their babies during group time? Yeah, that was a long time ago). I love my ETWG, but they only meet monthly and I wanted something more regular than that.

In any case, it seems like an interesting group. Most of the other writers are memoirists, which was initially disappointing, but the idea of meeting and having people to read my stuff is invigorating. We wrote some 10 minute writing sprints with prompts, which is not in my wheelhouse. I did awful at it the first time. The second time was marginally better. We shall see how it goes.

Horns=Luck?

Thought for the day: Wearing horns masks even the worst of hideous haircuts.

In other news, my writing group tonight decided that I’d had good enough luck all day that I ought to buy a lottery ticket, which I’ve never done before. So, me and my little horns wandered into a convenience store and asked directions of two very amused African American gentlemen on how to buy a lottery ticket and fill out the form. πŸ™‚ dododo

The good luck I’d had today was mostly about food. For breakfast, I had cinnamon streusel. For lunch, pepperoni pizza. For dinner, a yummy sandwich from The Great Outdoors. For dessert, chocolate chip cookies and chocolate cake.

Mmmm…a very excellent food day (doesn’t quite make up for the almost two weeks of bad food days, but quite happy nonetheless).