This weekend we met up with some of the writers from our group to have an isolated block of writing time. Some of us cannot write at home or need a change of scenery every so often. My son came along with us and had a great time playing X Box with my friend's son. It was a very productive night; one writer submitted to a publication, another submitted music to a publication, another queried a publication and I wrote a few words toward another story.
I love our time together and am most grateful because it includes my family. We all come to group together because that's who we are: parents who are writers. Those in the group who are not parents or whose children are grown also understand and are welcoming. Our writers group is a part of my life like a limb on my body.
Blessed be the writers.
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