2016AtoZChallenge

“Why are there bubbles in the washing up bowl? Why does it get dark at night? Why is my middle finger longer than all the others?”

Whether it was the incessant questioning that made her snap or the row with her boss earlier, she didn’t know. “When are you going to grow up?”

Water – soapy water – hot, soapy water splashed all over her and onto the kitchen floor. “Wonderful, just wonderful,” she screamed in frustration.

“Why did you splash water? Why is it wonderful?”

Why

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I love my writing group. I love its members, each with their personal outlook on life (and on my writing), and our mentor, David, who brings a wealth of knowledge to each meeting. I love the relaxed, friendly atmosphere of the meetings. I love the structured format, which enables even me to express my opinions, fairly confident that they’ll be accepted. I love the fact that the members are not afraid to say whatever they think about my writing, even when their views are not so favourable – something that others have been afraid to do. And, of course, I love it when they praise my work.

This group has taught me so much about writing. It has given me the confidence to say, “I am a writer.” It gives me the impetus to write regularly. I look forward to our fortnightly (bi-weekly) meetings very much and enjoy them immensely.

So, when a meeting is cancelled at the last minute, as it was this week, because some of the members are less committed than I am, I feel frustrated. I know I’ll get over it – the group is not the only thing that happens in my life – but right now I am saddened by this fact. A little less so now that I’ve written it here. Commiserations will be greatfully accepted.

Tune in again, keep in touch and don’t suffer in silence.