Our Writers Group – an informal group of women writers – meets once a month at Joseph-Beth Bistro to have dinner and read our writing to each other.? All of us have been published in one way or another – poetry, essays, cultural commentary, Cincinnati happenings, spirituality.
There are 5 of us, with wildly different styles.? Interestingly, this evening 3 of us had written poetry, two of us haiku.? I’ll add mine to this blog tomorrow.? The other poet had written a very special piece on the Newtown tragedy.
I had also written a piece about writer’s block (in this blog several days ago), based on a comment from one of the writers some weeks ago.? I had spent considerable time since them arguing that of course I don’t suffer from writer’s block.? But realized that the situation really did quack just like that duck.
One read us some of her old writing, and talked to us about stories she wrote for The Downtowner back in the day.? And the fifth had done the beginnings of another episode of The God Blog, where The Big Guy and The Missus are having a Christmas party for the other staffers of Celestial Services (Heaven).
We appreciate, enjoy and always laugh at each other’s jokes.? And encourage each other to get that writing out there into the big world.? Makes me happy.